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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦
𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨⊰

He ;
A uranium skinned caramel blondie with peachy lips who stole me to draw scratches on my mind with a couple of backhugs and squeezed my chin staring into my soul while it rains pink. His fingers cherished my skin, gently sketching goosebumps on my arms and everytime he touched me , I melted. His eyes bit my skin as he towered me and dominated my crowded neurons. He knew he has this electrifying effect on me and I knew I was growing weak about his silhouette but he was so divine that couldn't say no to these sinful touches, he traced my skin.

He was a perfect 'lover' , a golden boy but I can never be the cottoncandy he asked for.He was Romeo , without a Juliet and I was just a sugar dessert he liked. Our chemistry was the last licks of my platinum chocolate wrap when everyone were watching the rugby game playing on tv but he watched me across the room gulping ,without a blink & still the world labelled us a velvet heartbreak ; cause afterall we were silly boys of ceramic bodies with silk feelings crashing between our bones.

He was my god but he worshipped me.

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