Touch

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The first time I saw her I knew long and twisty caramel blond hair, curvy hips, and lips the color of fire.

She was talking that first time in a group of faceless girls. I was there too, standing a good distance back.
Watching her.

I wondered what she was all about if her cheeks were naturally seashell pink, or if she was embarrasses or maybe wearing makeup.

I watched her lips as they pouted, then stretched wide when she laughed. It made me laugh, too. I couldn't stop watching her, imagining the way her mouth would move when she said my name, or told me she loved me, or came at me with a kiss.

And so I made a silent vow to myself that day. I would find out about her cheeks, and the way her kisses would taste. I wojls find out everything, because I simoly had to know.

I had to save her. I still do. And one day, very soon, I will.

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~ Malum