+touch+ her fingers tracing the patterns on my back the feel of her fingertips on my skin awakens my soul. +eyes+ I fall, looking into her soul the world goes black, and I feel whole. +lips+ soft, warm. anticipation can kill, and I would die everyday, for the dream, a lost hope, a hope to kiss. +body+ not a model, to the social world at least. To me, in my world, however as close to perfect as i dare dream +soul+ pure, I dont know dont care to know lost in her world a place i could forever live in peace -For Miranda-
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