19 April 2010

A strand of her hair was all he needed to set him off. Memories started flooding his mind.

Her brown eyes, her brown skin, her brown hair.

Her intoxicating smile, her yellow sun dress, her soft hands.

In his room, twirling that strand of hair, he longed for her embrace.

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