chapter 2 - touch

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Her curly dark brown hair. So beautiful as your eyes that shine brighter than the sun or the stars at night.

  You style your beautiful hair in a way that makes it perfect for your morning face.

  Seeing your face and your whole body and your voice cries out brings me peace in the morning when I see you. Too bad this doesn't belong to me.

  I would like to feel your lips on mine, I would like to know how they taste when they touch mine.

  I wondered how she would react to my touch from my lips to his. I don't know if that will be possible. But it's something I've had on my mind and dreamed of for a while.

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