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Carlee Greaves Mar 2016
blond curls make ocean-like waves on his head that move with the wind
his eyes are a crystal blue, like the cloudless sky on a clear, bright day
A single touch that says it all.
A breath we take together.
The tender touch of his lips on mine tell me that I'm all his
The way he looks at me, taking in every detail, pulling me in with those mesmerizing eyes.
Conversations with deeper meaning than the depths of Tartarus fill hours of stolen moments.
A simple wink that makes my heart skip a beat.
His sweet, mellifluous voice calming my fears and sinking me deeper into his arms.  

all these memories fill my head
yet all I can think is
"What did I ever see in him?"

— The End —