So tall,
so sexy.
His voice - so dark,
misleading.
Clasping hands with her,
my girl,
her touch - so soft.
His eyes - so black.
Oh how I long to touch him,
to feel his firm body pressing up against my own.
But no,
I pull away,
with all but my girl in hand
as his sweet scent hivers,
lost,
in the opposite direction.
He's gone.
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