It’s this thing that was always there. You can’t really explain it to anyone else. Sure, she makes you happy, happier than anything else. But noone gets that. You think she is more beautiful than anyone around her. She is the one in the room that makes you forget the others are there. The hours turn to seconds when she’s in your arms. Time with her is shorter than time without her. Her touch is more natural than your own. She belongs with you, and you with her. Your heart may race, but you don’t notice because your captivated. She bites, and nothing turns you on more. She has a look when she wants you to take her. Her kisses become the only ones you remember. Her safety, the only thing you care about. We talk about nothing, and yet I remember it all.
It’s love. And I can’t stop it. And wouldn’t if I could.

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