Passion
By antoinette
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Passion
Her soft, full lips sent icicles straight through his heart and melted
there. Her warm, smouldering, brown eyes returned his stare. She had an
air of sophistication about her that he couldn't resist. He touched her
cheek softly with the back of his hand and wafts off lavender and
magnolia pervaded the air as he ran his fingers through her long, dark
hair. She was his at last. He gently kissed the back of her neck, which
curved in approval. Their bodies entwined in magical bliss. Excited he
pressed his lips to hers, their tongues meeting in warm, wet
euphoria.
Suddenly the bell rang...........and she got off the bus.
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