Magic, isn't it?

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Her luscious locks slap me, as she turns hurriedly.

The fragrance and the wetness, from the wet shower on my cheek drive my demons high.

She looks back, ruffling her front locks, and her lips curve in an apology

I stare the face full of enthusiasm uninterruptedly which just made me go haywire

I am awestruck like a kid on seeing a miracle

Magic, isn't it??

The word "magic" was suggested by cchinu.

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Mood:: Romantic
Topics:: hair, shower, magic, lip

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