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A picture...so beautiful. Statuesque like a roman god; The same curled locks.
Oh how beautiful, as they shine in the light, like honey over gold.
Like the gold that poor girl weaved, the one whose owner had a mysterious name...
As I look closer, I see....green eyes. Emerald green, shining, the brow bent with a begging expression. Whose bowed lips, supple and soft mumble softly,
"Take me, please..."
His large hands twine with mine...I lean up to nibble his earlobe...