The Serpent's Assignment

My friends are always talking about how they’ve “found” their mate, how gorgeous he is, how they’ll never look at another guy… But it’s never him. It’s a vicious circle. Each new boy is “the one”. They say they know he is because he makes them feel gooey inside, because he smiles and their lips smile back instinctively, because he says he loves them. But they’re wrong. So wrong.

When you’ve truly found your mate, you’ll know. It will hit you like a ton of bricks. Your stomach will drop, even worse then when those big scary rides drop you from a height. Your knees will go weak, your body, will shake, and your heart will race. Looking into his eyes, he will be the only one you can see. Everything else is trivial. He comes first in everything: His needs, his wants, his demands. Your eyes will light up like a Christmas tree and your mouth will involuntary open. You’ll feel yourself going breathless. You’ve forgotten to breathe. Standing in his presence, all you can do, is admire him. The way his hair sits so perfectly. The way his eyes sparkle. The way his plump moist lips move while he talks. The way he stands so confidently, assure of himself. The way his sculpted muscles bulge through his tight shirt, of which he’d daftly shrunk in the wash. The way his deep throaty laugh would bounce against the walls, sending shivers through your body. The way he would smile, lighting the way to heaven. The way his closeness to you would send your body into overdrive, urging you to wrap your arms around his waist and sink into his luscious chest.

I know that for a fact. Whether I act on it or not, is an entirely different situation.

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