Red

She was…

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Her hair was red.

I longed to wrap my fist in it, to tie my hand in those luscious strands.

Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles from a childhood of being out in the sun.

I wanted to lick my tongue across her form, slowly, so slowly.

Her eyes were jade green, reminding me of bounties men had killed for once upon a time.

I wanted those eyes on me as I moved with her, my body on top of hers, her fingers digging into my back.

But the fantasy stays a fantasy.

She walks out of my life.

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