She has brown eyes that would shine like the stars, but they're now kind of hazy because of the scars. Ducking her head, letting those silky hair strands fall off her bare shoulder. Biting those matte-colored pouty lips of hers, she's seeking the courage she's trying to muster. Atta girl!
In a snap, the bass booms through the corners of the room. As the trebles in sync, the people party all night long without social misfits. It was clear that everyone was having fun, especially that peculiar human. I love the way the music plays; people here could dance all day.
Someone's fiercely walking her way, finding those round hips that sway. Fire ignites as they touch, skin to skin. The burning desire as they dance face-to-face. And the flame engulfs them as they kiss, tongue to tongue. Her touch is so unfamiliar, it's addicting. I could be a beggar.
Her tongue seductively licks as her perfectly curved eyelashes sexily flick. Those gray orbs vividly reflect her-it amazes and scares her at the same time. Will she mend my cuts or leave them be? I hope once the sun replaces the moon, she won't leave me.
