Monday, September 26, 2011

Un doux moment

Her hair was shined by the dusky lights, whilst she was thinking of nothing but that state of situation. She winked and smiled, winked again and simpered, and repeated the same thing like a dork. 

At the time she pulled and tied her hair up into a tiny bun -- and was happy as her hair has been growing a little longer -- he kept looking at her. He was carried away.

"I still don't believe I had you."

"You're speaking high, mister. Just too high."

At that very time she tried hard denying his words; a deep and loved kiss was on her's...


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