CRAVINGS

CRAVINGS

Zara ovis

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I crave what I want I get what I want And what want is you! Yes, Elsa I crave for you, Every inch of you.

Chapter 1 Prologue:

Four weeks, three days and nine hours has gone by, yet I picture you so close to in my thought. Each second m, each minute, each night spent without hearing your cute little whimpers are torture. Yes torture to my heart, and soul. I sleep with you on my mind and when I wake, your smiling face engulfs my mind. I know I can't tell you enough of how much I Love you, it was love at first sight. Even I was surprised and mad at myself. I have failed me, I broke my own rules and debunk my principles. My heart skipped a million beat a second the moment I laid my eyes on you.

I thought I was having a panic attack. I have fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious l, I have fallen for your smile which makes me giddy for no reason at all, I've fallen for the way your bite your lower lips when you get nervous and also the way your twirl your pencils when you're spacing out. Lol I've fallen for those deep brown eyes, your hair, your perfect lips... I missed everything. Yeah everything. Oh, Don't think I will forget your moles, no baby I won't. I love the moles on your body, I love the one on the left side of your boobs just underneath your nipple, that's my Favourite. *wink* Did I forget to mention how cute, and flushed you look when you blush, just as you're doing now. Even if I wanted to cry for a moment, I've fallen for every second I got to spend with you, even though those seconds left me craving for more. I know sometimes I'm a little bit of disappointment. I rarely know what I want to think before I act, I still want you to know that in a lifetime full of confusion and wrong decisions and messes, you're the first thing that felt so right. My love Elsa..(don't ruin the moment trying to laugh now) I can't wait to have you in my arms, to see be overwhelmed by your sweet scent, to watch your face turn pink from grinning and blushing, and lastly to watch you fall asleep again in my arms. Though u still have a lot more to write, but I think my fingers are aching already, I will whisper the rest to your ears soon.

I love you so much,

Elsa Your's Kimora.

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