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Not My Type

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I wanted:

Sunny blond hair.

Sapphire blue eyes.

Smooth pale skin.

Totally buff body, like a modern Hercules.

And maybe a nice smile.

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I wanted:

Gentleness

Tenderness

Honor

Bravery

Brains

Unselfishness

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He wasn't it.

Not my type, not my crush.

First impressions scream:

Freak, loser, gang banger, never-gonna-be.

But I was stuck with him anyways.

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I got:

Silky brown hair.

Bright green eyes.

Darkly tanned skin.

Lean, but athletic, body.

And a really sexy smirk.

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I got:

Anger

Hatred

His version of honor

Courage

Street-smarts

Possessiveness

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Nope.

Not my type.

Second impressions scream:

Run away, he's crazy, run away and maybe you'll be okay.

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What I wanted from a first kiss:

Romance

Love

Waves of tenderness.

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What I got from a first kiss:

Passion.

Adrenaline.

Fireworks that blotted out the world.

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Not my type.

Most definitely not.

He wasn't a prince.

He wasn't a knight.

He wasn't even a virtuous woodcutter.

He was a warrior.

He was a wildcat.

He was everything I'd never wanted…

But everything I'd always needed.

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Erm...somewhat creepy tie-in to my fic 'Breaking All The Rule'? Yeah...creepy. I was listening to "Everything You Want", by Vertical Horizon and SHABAM I'm writing this weirdness. Please reveiw though. This is probably one of my favorite little poem/fictions that I've written.

Ja Ne,

Starlite-Dragin