cinque

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he could count the freckles on her face

for days

her face was golden in the sunlight

the perfect tan

her brown silky hair, running down her back

her beautiful smile, her white teeth, flashing

the way she looked at him

made his heart melt in his chest

because her gaze

was full of love

passion

she tilted her head back, laughing

the bottle in her hands, between her pink manicured nails

she never let go

she sipped it, her alluring gaze on his

"you are mine" he said, eyes glued to hers

her lip curved upwards 

a seductive smile as her hair spun in the wind

she was so free around him

so tense everywhere else

so protected

her walls were built up

but so were his

and together

they were tearing apart the walls

but he wasn't ready

he was rusty, an old lock that took longer to tear apart

used to keeping things to himself

he couldn't possibly let her in

he couldn't 

or could he? 




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