then she closes her soft brown eyes as the moment approaches, he leans towards her, running his hand gently through her silky hair. his lips meet hers for the first time and in this moment time stops, everything stands still, nothing else matters, they have not a worry in the world. their lips part, yet they remain so udderly in thought of this magical occurrence.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Brown eyed short story
Posted by Angel Without Wings at 3:07 PM
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