Him
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His voice was magic. His voice in song was like heaven to my ears. His song was what made my heart bleed with envy, with passion, and mostly, with love. His voice, as sweet as a thousand angels’ tongues, carried my name within it.
His eyes, his eyes were the bluest of skies. His eyes held all his dreams, they held all his loves, they held every emotion under the sun. His eyes were the windows to his soul, and I was surprised when I saw myself as a piece of his soul. His eyes had taken my face, my eyes, my nose, and my smile and stitched it together to mend with his own soul.
His lips were like silk. His lips caressed every part of my flesh, his lips formed every word I wanted to hear, and then more. His lips, just a part of his face, touched my soul, and nipped at my heart.
His hands reached for mine. His hands, so soft and warm to the touch, took my life in his palms, and reshaped it. His hands created a doll, his hands gave life to that doll, his hands gave a soul to that doll. His hands that gave life to me.
His eyes, his eyes were the bluest of skies. His eyes held all his dreams, they held all his loves, they held every emotion under the sun. His eyes were the windows to his soul, and I was surprised when I saw myself as a piece of his soul. His eyes had taken my face, my eyes, my nose, and my smile and stitched it together to mend with his own soul.
His lips were like silk. His lips caressed every part of my flesh, his lips formed every word I wanted to hear, and then more. His lips, just a part of his face, touched my soul, and nipped at my heart.
His hands reached for mine. His hands, so soft and warm to the touch, took my life in his palms, and reshaped it. His hands created a doll, his hands gave life to that doll, his hands gave a soul to that doll. His hands that gave life to me.