I remember when I first saw her. On the bleachers. She was quiet; attached to another person's hip.
When you first see her she seems unapproachable but almost mysterious. She had this aura I wanted to understand and heal.
She had this waist that you can grab so easily and pull into your body. I wanted to do that but I didn't know that at the time.
She was everything I found attractive. Like I said small waist, but she had these cute freckles.
I wanted to caress each one and ask what their story is because freckles also become a part of skin with time.
I want to become a part of her skin.
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Poezielove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
