My Girl

When ever the phone rings, and I hear her voice on the other end, I get a feeling in my stomach. It's not a bad feeling; it's the feeling of love. Her voic

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I look deep into her hypnotizing brown eyes and fall to my knees; for someone as beautiful as she, deserves my worship and devotion. The one golden bang she hangs in front of her face just for me. Flawless of any marks as I run my fingers through her silky smooth hair, I realize how incredably lucky I am to have someone so wonderful. Just a glance and I can't help but stare. e is soft and beautiful like the sound of a harp playing in an endless symphony. I call her every night, but only before I go to bed, just to be able to hear one last sweet sensation before my day ends.

I give her a hug and dont want to part. Her skin tastes so pure and sweet, like a pristine mountian stream.

Leslie is the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on. Her golden blonde hair around shoulder length. We just hold eachother tight, as if it will be our last time together. Her voice soothes me in a way so soft and gentle; it's enough to put me asleep. Her lips taste like a forbidden fruit, never ment to be discovered. She puts flavored lip balm on, knowing that it drives me crazy with a passion.

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