He described her beauty while gazing blankly at the white clouds. “Round. Curvy. Delicious.” Delicious? “Yea... like ripe fruit. The transformations of her intellect-- dance in and out of consciousness at the perfect times just for entertainment and enjoyment. But her idiosyncrasy seemed so natural, as if she recited this short story time and time again. I don't know if I should love or hate her. Maybe love to her love her? Maybe hate to love her?”
He said...
He said...
He said...
“I love her. I’d love to. Cover her. Breath her. Dream her. Oh yea... I dreamt her ya’ll"
expressions from Nina B.
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