Paradise Island

 

We drowned in an ocean of love.

Wading in the cool, blue ocean with the white sand going through our feet; on my own

private island with the love of my life.

The handsome man of the Island.

His eyes looked like jewels, sparkling in the sunlight. His voice was smooth like carmel.

His skin as soft as feathers.

His lips sweet like cherry flavored candy.

His body smelled musky from the the cologne he wore.  

The taste and the scent of his breath was warm like a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.

His name is Peter. Peter from California.

His skin hard from all the working out he did to get those muscles.

His hair blew back perfectly in the slight breeze.

He looks hellaaaa fineeee!

“Do you love him?”

Main ohnu bohut pyar kardi aa. Os nu bohut chondi aa main.

The burning fire nearby resembled the passion I have for him.

Sabrina was going crazy, her love for him overflowing, and she couldn’t stop loving him.

I gained a new wonderful hate towards him.

I went up to him and punched him square in the face.

But he would hold me, pull me close, and tell me everything’s fine.

Peter wanted me, needed me, loved me, and felt that same passion that burned within me;

but he hated me dearly with his entire heart...

I will find out whether he loves me or not with the flip of a coin.

The wind whispered through the trees, “he loves you. Don’t worry, he really does love you”.

Then, I felt Peter’s hand turn me around and he looked at me with his twinkling brown eyes.

He held me close and finally said, “I love you…”

 

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