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"The erotic romance that shifted between our skin"
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The sweet, satisfying sun gently weighed onto my swiftly blissful eyelashes, that were now fluttering from the blinding intention that seemed to have woke me up. I gracefully changed the direction of the pupils of my eyes, gazing around at the Hollywood sign, the city chaos, when I felt an elegant touch on my rib cage, my nerves automatically switched to my rapidly rushing memories, last night, I knew that touch like an untouched book kept in a dark room for centuries, forever, that was what the time felt like.
The bubonic touch simply slid down to my hips, when I placed my hands against his, and simply traced the bulky yet lastingly bubonic touch of his arm. His arm was warm, the sunlight must have done it, or was it the passionate energy that was present? I wanted to comfortably cuddle him like a fluffy magnet, with his warm radiant energy consuming me.
His piercing blue eyes absorbed into mine, as he stared into my secrets. There was a moment of pure communication through the eyes, we had a telepathic ability through the eyes. He graceful placed his hands on my hair, and softly kissed my plumped, and bitten lips from the night before. The sun reflected onto the exposed pieces of flesh we both revealed, the sun showed the sharp detail of the muscles in his bulky arms, and the bulging veins that replaced most of arm. I had an ice-white blouse halfway up my arm, as my arms seemed to be extremely petite and smooth compared to his. In an angelic way of course. The ethereal material of the blouse on my skin swiftly swatted back in impecable harmony to the wind.
"We should go back" I surprisingly sensibly suggested, looking at the Hollywood sign next to us, from which we came through last night. I pulled back from his beautiful face, and started lifting myself up. He forcefully yet gently grabbed my arm, and pulled my wrists back, I ended up dramatically falling on the floor, there was no other way for me to fall except that.
"Your not going anywhere" He believably said with a determined undertone. What I've learnt about Caliban so far was that there was an unstoppable fire simply sparked within him, a fire that only he could contain. He looked down on me with lustful eyes, his eyes sent an eager shiver down my spine. He examined me for about 5 minutes, with the fantasising sun that blowed his golden-blonde hair in this romantic atmosphere. He then traced his fingers on my collarbone, still looking down on me, wanting me to say something or even do an action.
