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I was told once by a poet that the people you meet are the brushstrokes that paint who you are. Each of them contributes to the picture.”
The kiss consumed me, tugged at the deep, feral beast hidden inside of my human form, and melted my sensibilities into a useless puddle.
I was fairly sure I just fell into a very deep, very bottomless, heart-shaped pit when it came to this suave, handsome, headache-inducing man.
Lance
