Her words echo in his head. They fiddle with his reasoning.
They ebb and flow through the crevices that his deep dark thoughts call home.
They draw him to her every day.
They enchant, captivate and mesmerize. Worse they create
want. Want. Not just desire. But a want. To see, acquaint, know and absorb.
He wants her. He wants her words. He wants her voice. He
wants to close his eyes and imagine how she sounds. He wants to unravel her
mystique. He wants her whisper. He wants her grin.
He wants her, as he wants to sin.
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