kaylha

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Beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous lips that call out to me as if I'm an angel.  Really,  I think she's from heaven.  Melanin on her skin teases me,  creating the allusion of brown silk.  Her name echoes in my mind,  her beauty and grace lifts my heart up into her hands with ease. She had me the moment she wanted me,  trust was hardly an obstacle. At night I dream of leaving soft kisses leading from her neck to her thighs, my hands grasp for the thought.  Whimpers of pleading leave my lips as I stare at her soft mouth,  she must be a gift from god. Her loyalty holds me up on my weakest days,  she stays by my side even in the rain.  She tells me she wants to get to know me,  so I pour my secrets into her ears.  Stress leaves my shoulders as she kisses my head,  telling me to have Sweet Dreams.  Even without her words, I know that I will obey,  for she will me on my mind from dusk to day.

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