Monday, May 11, 2009

This Last Kiss

Photo by Gwarf [deviantART]

She remembers the warm, velvety touch of his lips against her own. And the scent of him, embracing her. How she adores him ~ the elemental source for which she constantly hungers. Ravaging passion. She did not know, that day he departed to Afghanistan, she would never taste him again.


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