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His hair mimics mine- long, untangled, and tied. But it's his that I want to run my hand through when sitting close.
Underneath that hair, like the sun, is a mind. So distinct, unique and his- Ideas that he teaches with.
Long lashes, lids closed they open revealing chocolate circles, rich yet sweet when they are laid upon me.
Round yet powerful, there to inhale my scent Perfum on my neck, nose placed there a blush creeping upon my cheeks
The blush grows higher as his lips trap my voice,
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Sometimes the simplest way is the best way
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blooooookkkkerschtufin: defined : I am bored, talk to me.
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"Smile. It makes the world wonder what you are up to"
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