Her dark hair flows down in a midnight river and cascades over her slight shoulders. Her eyes are dark and wet and deep and they can halt you and make your skin feel like your cells are smoldering. She's fluid, confident, she doesn't walk but seems to flow, and if she touches you she's not fire or water but pure electric.
Her laugh is free and pure, and as she comes out of it her smile is lopsided, almost a smirk.
Her eyes are on me and I can feel her hands on the back of my head, a crushing kiss, her quick tongue, her soft lips, and I have to look away because if I hold her gaze any longer I'll be blind to anything else.
I turn quickly and walk away, buzzing, none of my blood where it should be, tingling, fucking addicted.
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