perfumed words

perfumed words

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The Cat I may not be so happy , but in the process of loving someone it's euphoric, but I didn't mean him to be so obsessed. Obsessed with me or maybe just a show to give me satisfaction . Whatever it may be , even if I found him to be a Playboy , I can break it all up but will not be able to get over him . The CATcher Whatever she may think but I'm not fucking going to allow her to give that heart to someone else . She would have changed my whole personality in her brain because of the misunderstandings but I don't fucking care until and unless she's mine , until and unless no one touches her .
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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