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17 February 2008 | 12:48am] |
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eyes that have yet to face such intrigue. the whisper of fingers against the skin so white and unmarred like a ghost in the breeze. almost intangible in the way it's unbelievable that it still exists after all these years. this love. it lasts forever. when people are meant to be i really mean it. touching your hand to her chest, if it doesn't burn her pure skin, you will come to find a beat so familiar it marches along your own ribcage like an army cascading to the pit of your stomach to stir around the same arousal she always summoned. i am not a scientist nor am i mathematician but i believe that the boy may be love sick. lost as sea in her green eyes and completely surrendering to her conquering every inch of skin as she had many times before. because she is calipso. she owns these waters and she is a goddess and you must give in to her temptations. she runs that army of a heart beat. she is the embodiment of everything that keeps you alive. for one night of fire you can't imagine in your wildest dreams what you would sacrifice. to see the clouds in the sky or hear the sound of a bird. you would give up the taste of food because she is the only one to satisfy the hunger you have grown. with her, you are an animal. a creature. a monster.
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