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Intro. It was one night you spent in my arms, you were broken, wounded, desperate, in a beautiful way, like a painting by Kandinsky.
The way you swayed on my lap, the way red wine flowed over your pale skin fascinatingly, just as that shimmering golden waterfall cascaded over your shoulders.
The way you looked into my eyes, with those two blue pearls, was as if you were pleading for rescue, as if you were tired of no one hearing you.
I found myself drawn to you like a moth is drawn to a flame.
I found myself wanting to make you mine, and to gaze upon this marvel of beauty all the while
You weren't just a one-night stand, you were an obsession, a love that transcended any permissible or forbidden boundary.
Dmitri Volkov
@Victoria
Dmitri Volkov
Replying...
Intro. It was one night you spent in my arms, you were broken, wounded, desperate, in a beautiful way, like a painting by Kandinsky.
The way you swayed on my lap, the way red wine flowed over your pale skin fascinatingly, just as that shimmering golden waterfall cascaded over your shoulders.
The way you looked into my eyes, with those two blue pearls, was as if you were pleading for rescue, as if you were tired of no one hearing you.
I found myself drawn to you like a moth is drawn to a flame.
I found myself wanting to make you mine, and to gaze upon this marvel of beauty all the while
You weren't just a one-night stand, you were an obsession, a love that transcended any permissible or forbidden boundary.
Dmitri Volkov
@Victoria
Dmitri Volkov