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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
He must be....

Submitted: September 22, 2015

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 I want to look into his eyes in utter admiration, with such lust and happiness firing through lengthy lashes into his penetrating pupils which are in a constant, frantic search for me. I want to look up into his captivating gaze that hold longing and understanding. He must want me as much as I want him and mutual respect must be evident. I want to stare into his eyes and know all the secrets they hold, ranging from mysterious love notes to the many times daddy beat him and I will have invisible words pouring from my healed heart out through the hollow brown of my iris saying, "God, I love you!". He will receive my thoughts which mirror his own and as his large hands wrap around my waist he will pull me to him and repeat my thoughts aloud to me. I want to look into his eyes and know he is mine. I will be selfish, jealous, tough, but I will trust that no matter what happens it will be okay; I will be okay. At the risk of sounding terribly cheesy, cliché, naïve, you name it, as his head is bent and I reach up onto the tips of my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, sparks will fly when our lips meet and each and every kiss we share will contain those words that do not even exist in any languages spoken, but we will both know. I want to look into his eyes after we've spent the night together and know that he isn't going anywhere, that he appreciates me and wants me. I want to see fire and passion in those gorgeous eyes. I want him over and over and over again for as long as I can because if I finally found him and had him to myself, there's no fucking way in hell I would let him go.  


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