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9/20/09 Today i met someone .... I can't stop thinking about her the way she smiled ,how easy it was to make her laugh. I've only met her 3 hours ago and I want to talk to her again. She's taken over my thoughts and I've just met her .....
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[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

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