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Author: Anusari Vairanon
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-14-08 - Updated: 01-14-08 - Complete - id:2462837

He's captivating really...Entrancing. Drawing you in with his honey and clover eyes. His eyes are his mystery, like a stone; dark but eye-catching with some sort of strange inner light, lit to a glow when the sun hits it just right. His eyes are lanterns, leading you home in the darkness, leading your right to him. You cant resist the light, the warmth, the glorious power of his heated stare.

His skin is like the petals of a white rose. Clean, sweet smelling, so delicatly pale you're afraid to touch sometimes. You don't want him stained, broken. But even still, he is a mountain; majestic and strong, daunting and welcoming even from a distance. His softness invites you in to the caverns behind his stony facade, the strength of the mountain holding you safe and warm. He is protection, and danger, beautiful and threatening all at the same time. Every dip and curve in his skin, from the slope of his neck, to the jutting of his hips, and the bumpy road of his ribs is a deliciously enticing journey waiting to be taken, foreign places waiting to be discovered.

And his lips... Oh his lips. They're like a dam, holding back all sorts of strong and unknown waters, the flood that is his tongue is sealed up behind these dam walls. When he kisses you, the flood is released, you crumble. Soft, or hard, teasing or demanding, his kiss could bring you to your knees. He wraps you up in his arms, takes your head in his hands, and brings his lips to yours, and immediately your world stops, and your dizzy and breathless, his beautiful limbs the only thing supporting you as reality drops away from beneath your feet, and your head keeps spinning. You cant help but smile though, as that funny tickling sensation makes it way up from deep in your belly, and that tingling joy walks on spider legs up your spine.

He really is a beautiful creation, the perfect combination of heavenly beauty and sinful temptation. He is the ideal contradiction of my savior, and my own personal demon. He is threatening, imposing, but oh so gentle. He is the guardian spirit from my nightmares, my protector, my sacred temple... My one and only love.



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