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Infatuation

A sea of innocence resides in her, shining with pride on her lovely face as if glorifying the very nature of her, intermingling with her happiness-inducing smile it creates an uncontrollable urge in me to witness this delightful specimen.

When her lips stretch oppositely they instinctively generate an equally lengthy stretch on mine, as if mine are rejuvenated by some kind of a calming sensation running across them
and in an instant I feel lost into her truly, unable to think of anything other than her.

Every action of her, even near to unnoticeable, provides me a stimulus to dissolve in her purity and transfixed remain my eyes as if for eternity. My hormones collide frantically, recreating a new magical moment to be cherished, leaving me mesmerized in this beauty I stare upon with an eye of attraction.   

Her presence excites me, calms me and ignites a fire to work upon anything, as if she is my only ignition to the fulfillment of all my dreams, as if she is the reason to transport me into a world of happiness; loosing myself in her gives me a feeling which has no way of expressing.

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 2016



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