He walks up to me, he lays 2 perfectly poached eggs on my plates made of china. Everything he does, i can't resist not watching. His perfect smile, are they veneers? shit i'm day-dreaming wake up he's staring at you!
" So Dior, what am i going to do with you? ", my reply " what do you mean what are you going to do with me? ". He comes right up into my face brushes the strands of caramel blonde hair of my face and whispers directly in my ear " You'll see ". My cheeks flush, not because i'm embarrassed but because i am ecstatic, he then says " I said watch over time you'll see, just listen to me. ".
" Oliver " i say, his heart seeking temptation as he looks at me " never-mind " .
I can tell his mind is dark, it's a place of depth, like reaching the bottom of the ocean where your only friends are flesh eating parasites. The most harmful thing in the world is allowing those who swim around you to become a part of you.
FROM HIM
She's alluring, her legs stand there in the sun. She's like a portrait. I never want to not look at her, i never want to miss the opportunity of never getting to look into her eyes. Her eyes are if heaven arrived earth, it makes sense with the gold cross that hangs around her neck while mine silver hangs around mine. Her caramel hair shining, i appreciate every single part of her. Regardless of her insecurities.
Why pick me? Why chose me? All my life i've been treated like i was a place for women to confide in and leave, my body represented a brothel. But not her, not Dior, she's different. Her emotions bond with mine like no other, it's unique & special. She's special. I plan to show her that, our trip will be a forever memory. A memory that holds us captive until we die.
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Sex & Love
RomanceThe detailed description of the sex between two like minded individuals and what actually is the thought process of sex. What does one feel?
