Wednesday, 15 October 2008
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"dame d'ivoire"
she stood in the middle of the darkened city streets with a soft white trench coat on. the flickering lamp post illuminated her body in a way i couldn't ignore. her light pink skirt floated gently away from her perfect knees. her skin as pale as ivory tiles and her lips as tender as silk. she fixed her pearl eyes on mine and allowed her hands to dangle by the sides of her shapely hips.
she slowly breathed in and out, the cold air forming around her mouth. i gently placed my arms around her neck, until her breathing became stagnant. ardently, i dropped her to the ground. her eyes lost their glaze and her snow white trench coat blackened with dirt. i gave a loose smile as her skin lost it's silky quality.
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