She was smooth, like velvet.
Her touch lingered on his skin as if it was butterfly kisses.
Her skin was silky and flawless, a tan creamy complexion.
He imagined her ravenous hair drifting through his fingers like expensive silk.
She was the luxurious fabric many wanted by couldn't afford.
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RomansaShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge
