Scorned filled eyes, igniting where one's soul lies. Deprived accuracy form what once was to be fulfilled with such endurance. Closed doors lead to nothing. Levitating into the eyes of a sinister grin. Toying what's in-between her thighs. Rising from above the devil's playground leaving a mark on the loved one's sanity. Fearing intimacy, intertwining the molds of two becoming into one. Not even the thought of what is destined to come. Setting match to a dim flame as it combust into her inner innocence. Who is she? Sensual flames coat the lucidity once known as her. Considering his orbicular glossed shaped eyes. Reflecting multiplied events never considering what took place in each room. Occurring the manifests of each other. Vigorously deliberating many appearances of what may have lead her to fulfilling her inner portion.
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Forbidden Ode. Book One
ChickLitIts a game we once learned as a child to express the things you believe the most. No one never said that being a women in the eyes of others would create chaos of destruction.
