Her smile, her crimson touch, her breath. A horrible feeling of scrupulous longing stole over me, as her beautiful visage graced my presence with her company. She is perfection, the love of my life...
Her eyes, locked upon me, provoked my heart to beat fervently- as though vehemently seeking refuge in her solace. I craved her so deeply, I needed her and her body denied me freedom. Even as I scanned her critically in my dreams and reality, beauty was a truth every one of my senses swore.
Flattery was a dull blade I would never employ against her for she had received so many compliments from my heart's humble musings. So firm was her stature, her principles, kind, vibrant and yet, dresses and make up could neither disguise nor enhance her and my burning desire to pamper her. More often than not, I would hazard a guess at what we could, would be...
I loathed myself for the sudden weakness that stemed from my heart whenever her voice was within ear-shot. Day by day, she taunted and haunted me with her unspeakable terror, tortured me with her close distance.
I sat next to her, I remembered, the second time my gaze rested upon her. She was sleeping, her moist , soft lips inviting my contemplations of a world of possibilities. Her lips tempting me nearer and nearer. Her eyes awoke and were immediately feasting on mine. I unleashed all the emotions I harboured all these years with a single stare.
Her eyes said one thing, but her lips beckoned me closer, the rest of her body seemed to agree with the terms of this negotiation. I brushed her hair behind her ear as she caressed her moist lips upon mine, kissing me fiercely. I stroked her face with the zeal of a man in love as I held her soft hand, a sign I would never let go...
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