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My heart flutters and skips a beat as her face peers through the photograph. She’s in bed, splayed, looking so enticing and yet still so innocent. And, in her eyes… a message.
Come to me. Be with me. Hold me.
My arms ache. Every breath trembles and breaks off in my chest.
I want her. I want this exotic, ripe, sensual goddess of a woman. I want her to look at me the way she looks at the camera. I want her to lay at my side, in my arms.
But can I? May I? Everything that I want and everything that is right seem to battle together, becoming so separated and so conjoined while I stare at this woman that I can no longer tell them apart.
I want her.
I cannot have her.
But I want her.
And, as she peeks coyly out at me from her photograph, I fall to pieces in her gaze.
Come to me. Be with me. Hold me.
My arms ache. Every breath trembles and breaks off in my chest.
I want her. I want this exotic, ripe, sensual goddess of a woman. I want her to look at me the way she looks at the camera. I want her to lay at my side, in my arms.
But can I? May I? Everything that I want and everything that is right seem to battle together, becoming so separated and so conjoined while I stare at this woman that I can no longer tell them apart.
I want her.
I cannot have her.
But I want her.
And, as she peeks coyly out at me from her photograph, I fall to pieces in her gaze.
Just felt like putting words to paper~
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Very lovely : )