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she who writes
Myrahans Lafrelle, 18Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch Hip Hop, Reggae, Broadway Student by the day, Dancer by the night |
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My kind of tale.
3:33 PM
Walking down the beach. Feeling the sand brush against my scrubby little toes. I laced my fingers with his to feel his warmth. As we walked, the blazing beautiful sun is setting at the horizon. Slowly, being swallowed by the massive ocean. I could feel a cool breeze caressing my body. I shivered. Upon knowing that, he put his strong arms around me. Feeling his body pressed against me is so wonderful. I could feel his warmth surrounding me. His after shave scent is so male. I still remember it vividly, till now. Although you've gone away, the memory never fails to fade away. I could still feel the breeze blowing and you, whispering in my ears. Those melodious voice of yours could killed a person. Nevertheless, i could feel your warmth permeated through me, just like a second skin. Furthermore, the night could never been better than to end it with a kiss. A kiss that tells a lot, although i continuously denied it. I shivered slightly when my head played that scene back. His luscious lips was trailing kisses down my neck. I know, his kisses could drugged me till i couldn't remember my standing ground. After that night, I've finally found my answer after years of searching. I've finally found my prince, my best friend and.....my mate. |
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