MorningMistshe laid there like dew in the daybreak of a winters chill. she was a ribbon floating on silk as her hair dappled off the edge of the bed. a soft glow slowly lifted the custard room into a hazy heaven. it softend her lips and his eyes crept to the contours of her mouth ; they were soft. plump. like ripples. he moved his eyes to the cove of her pale, porcelein neck. he floated his fingers above, barely feeling it, and yes the cold made him shudder. he lifted his sight to her bright green eyes. still open. a contrast to her lips. her beautiful round lips. her beautiful plump blue lips. her green, glazed eyes peered at the floor. her hand delicaMorningMist
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~so weak i can hardly keep, shakey legs holding up my feet, practice makes perfect.. ~
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[[+Sing loud for Sunshine, Pray hard for Rain+]]
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