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And the rigid lion's
dusky , mountainous cheek bones moved within their sediments of skin as his jaw ruffled in its usual nature of authority and unintentional terror..his eyes in dark mock , and his pink masculine mouth in psuedo innocence of congratulations and a shower of "goodness"...while the lamb's
nimble , baby porcelain feet took small steps towards his dark and fatally attractive garb that fascinated and repelled her heart and her almond liquid pools of naivete and desire at the same time. No the striking magic wasn't just within the attractive , dark , amused and garbed grey wolf hit against the petite porcelain delicate doll of strength , integrity and sense with a vulnerable heart..it was about how his storms of steely grey swirls and her brunette ruffle of curly tendrils met within the same rickety bridge that reminded you of a fairy lighted fairy tale...they went back to the beginning , running in circles all over again as if they never left each others shadows all this time while there is supposed to be nothing but defiance , right? and Madhu runs, gets intimidated ..makes it a point to be a bottle of feisty attitude and righteousness in front of someone congratulating her..why such a fatal response , little lamb? The situation i pulled to the past..but with different and more heightened emotions sped at both of their hearts though the lamb is supposed to be the possession of someone else..why? and how so? Is it not ever meant to be? Or is it beyond the control of the cosmos itself? Will the wolf's approach and the lamb compulsive-repulsive reactions to him , ever know? :)
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