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His Face
His Face
I was Mesmerized, by his face and how the muscles in his face worked together to form that perfect emotions. His eyes are perfect ice blue, with shades of dark blue; with all those working together they displayed the perfect face…
You want to know him; you want to stand near him, because you can just imagine how good he must smell.
And you will fantasize about the feeling of his skin and how you just want to melt into him, becoming his addiction.
When he looked at me, I froze, he smiled but just a little to let me know he does not think i look weird with your mouth hanging open, i think i might have blushed a little, then he walked away, his perfect posture and style he is the perfect image.
I was Mesmerized, by his face and how the muscles in his face worked together to form that perfect emotions. His eyes are perfect ice blue, with shades of dark blue; with all those working together they displayed the perfect face…
You want to know him; you want to stand near him, because you can just imagine how good he must smell.
And you will fantasize about the feeling of his skin and how you just want to melt into him, becoming his addiction.
When he looked at me, I froze, he smiled but just a little to let me know he does not think i look weird with your mouth hanging open, i think i might have blushed a little, then he walked away, his perfect posture and style he is the perfect image.
Published 23rd Dec 2013
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