by Minna Von Walden

“I love the color of your skin,” he confessed to her. Beautiful words to a needy heart. The pink paleness of you, it takes my breath away. Let me hold you close, let me make you mine. I love the sound of your voice, your words dance in my ears. Let me make you mine. You are a goddess among women, a sight to be seen. Let me call you mine.

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