Posted: March 15, 2011 by haleymeade in HaleyM

The sound of his voice echoed in the silence. Haunting, like his touch. The harmony of his voice was a lot like his kiss; venomous and mesmerizing. He left me paralyzed. My intoxicated adoration for the feel of his fingertips was too much for my inexperienced self to handle. He was drawing me in; chasing away any notion of innocence left with his fingertips. It was as if he sucked the soul right out of me. I was addicted to the desire I felt for him; my own personal drug. His caressing touch was lethal; his kiss stained every part of me it touched. As this feeling slowly came to an end, I had realized what I had done. I had lost every ounce of youth that had once inhabited me.

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