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I can still remember the first time I saw her, she was with a group of girls, and she threw me a smile. She was much taller than i but she carried it well, she was lithe and ever so lean with it, but the frame was sturdy and not at all wiry. No makeup in sight and her complexion reminded me of smooth porcelain, no blemishes. The hair was unkempt but the disorder fitted in well with what was on view. When she slipped into the room i could not look away as she glided into a corner. There was something about her, not just her eyes, her smile or what she wore, to me it was the whole package. Even her laugh which still makes me smile today, was infectious to say the least. She said she liked my music and could she stay for a while, forever i told myself, but then she got the giggles, and then i knew it was just a little white lie. I never saw her for a while after that, but i thought about her on occasion. Then the phone rang, " wanna come to a party?" It was her, i declined but that voice, oh that voice, it was the bait and i was the hook.

She never gives in, and i always side-step, and the further i move away the more she persues, always prodding and pushing and forever ordering. But I am beginning to understand the game, the stakes are not like any other, the prize is not to win but to control.She calls me again, "wanna come to a party?" I give in for this passion I can't control and in my elation i surrender my need for love.
The very first touch was not a mad rush to embrace each other and explore secret places, it was just a caress, and as her hair rested on my shoulder, it smelt of cherry blossoms. Her smell was divine but as i drifted away in dreamless stupor she changed the angle and sneaked away leaving me wanting her more. She teases as she pleases and fills me with woe, then returns once again to taunt me again. This girl will cage me in and give me the key but will i release myself or stay locked in? She fills the void and all that's missing in me, and makes my day even when she's away. Am I a fool to want this love? But to lose it would be so much harder to bear, dare I give in, to this emotional strain.
She loves to party but i like to stay in, she says she likes rock music but i like soul, she likes the soaps but i prefer movies,sometimes we fight so hard we laugh when we should cry, we sulk when we should be communicating, what keeps this love of ours alive is a mystery.
I always drive to her place but

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