Like a plush wave
His lips curl to the very ends of his mouth
Beauty encased within a smile
Or is it a snicker?
Im lost within his body and it's language.
Im lost, lingering...slowly abating to mixed emotions.
And it's not lust, nor envy, nor need
But pure desire, to have my body confined ever so gently within his arms.
Im turning into the very thing that I hate; the girl with the desperate love twinkle in her eye.
I just can't help it.
It's intoxicating.
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