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Lost Words - Erica Aiden
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Words are lost on me when I'm with you. I cannot think of what is meaningful enough to say. What have we to engage in intellectual conversation? I want to know you, but I don't know what to ask. Perhaps we just don't have enough in common. Our attractions are mutual but our interests clash. Instead we gaze into each other's eyes and wait to see who asks first: What are you thinking? Imperfections - Chanel Cheeks
9:42am... her bags under her eyes, squints, as she opens them. he's already looking at her, analyzing. he notices the hint of brown sugar in her pupils... the glow in her skin, which ricochets off of her natural oils. he wipes her left brow with his fingertips, admiring the unknown scar... she yawns. he reaches over and lays his head on her stomach. he finds comfort within her warm pouch. listening to her soul during the rise and fall of her breathing. he sighs. she exhales. as he looks up, he begins to caress her body noticing the fade in the tattoo on her chest touches it gently, reading the name. he kisses it, followed by a glance, making eye contact. she smiles. parting her lips to explain the tattoo, he presses his finger against it. mmm. she can taste his desire. he pulls her on top of him... positioning her body to where they are at eye level her lips meet his. he devours her, as he tastes her morning essence. his hands lingers towards past her back & she slightly shivers.... he pulls he face back, gently licking her upper lip. she digresses. as they rise, he steps a few feet away from her she hurries to follow behind his shadow. he turns around, alarmed at her sudden movements she looks at him, with fear in her eyes, like an innocent child... and then realizes. he then grabs her hands, that were previously covering her body... and bring them down. he speaks... "I capitalize your imperfections because they make you perfectly unique." and with that, he walks away. leaving her standing there... flawed. alone. naked. confident. she loves.... |
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 Call her Jasmine, a.k.a Tainted Kitten. Twenty One year old female, kiwi in origin, Virgo in starsign. Avoiding love by all means possible  Bebo junkie. Don't really care about what you think. Intrigued? |
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» Date: 11/01/2008 » Emotions:  » Sound: How Far we've Come - Matchbox 20 » Drink: Milk » Book: Wuthering Heights - By Emily Bronte » Weather: Bloody hot » Currently Obsessed With: Cuddles » Needing: A good hug and a shoulder to cry on |
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