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He's perfect. Something about the man... no, that creature, draws me to it. I can't help but think about how his skin feels, or the way he walks, or how he smiles in a way that lures me to my death. I'm enthralled by this creature, this godly creation of heaven and hell.

I... I want to see him... hear him... feel him in every fibre of my being. I know I can never be as perfect as he is, but even with him close to me is all I ask for. To breathe the air he breathes, walk on the ground he once walked, and feel the water-like texture of his skin brush my hand... I want to be by his side for every moment of my life.

I want his hard gaze to linger to mine under moonlit skies.

I want him.