tisdag 19 mars 2013

When inspiration strikes

I was nervous because he was... well... wonderful. In every way. Kind of perfect actually. Man was I in the deep end of the pool.
I could hear the dryer coming to a halt in another room close by. A hatch that opened and a few moments later footsteps coming down the hall. A soft knock on the door and there he was in all his glory. Dark unruly locks of hair, the most golden eyes in all of the universe, a sweet smile playing with those perfectly blushed lips. I almost gasped at the sight.
Oh dear God almighty - I've found one of your angels. Please don't claim him back.

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