Inmate
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- Sep 4, 2016
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She appeared in the room with the winter snow billowing around her skirt. Most did not pay attention to her beauty, but rather her color. Burnt Sienna never looked so beautiful on a woman. With black hair of wool and her head held high, she waltzed on with an effortless saunter. The clicking of her heels added rhythm to the soft classical music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone when her eyes met mine she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves, decided to rest behind the soft cushion of her lips.
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Celine wasn't beautiful in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was shorter than average and certainly larger than a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders. Men desired her and women courted her friendship.
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Archer lay upon a soft feather mattress, cocooning himself in the silk sheets. At the bottom of the bed stood a woman. He gazed upon her perfect, naked form, her skin glistening with a sensual sweat. His eye’s were drawn to the golden river that gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching to just below her shoulder blades. If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece.
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Celine wasn't beautiful in the classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing eyes of green. She was shorter than average and certainly larger than a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders. Men desired her and women courted her friendship.
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Archer lay upon a soft feather mattress, cocooning himself in the silk sheets. At the bottom of the bed stood a woman. He gazed upon her perfect, naked form, her skin glistening with a sensual sweat. His eye’s were drawn to the golden river that gently caressed its way down her neck, reaching to just below her shoulder blades. If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece.
