You maybe solid gold, but I still think your fragile.
Warm trickle of your blood, lips meet, combustion.
Flicker of gold reflects in your eyes, in my arms angel.
Beat of your heart, ignites thunderstorm of passion.
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You may be _______, but I still think you're _________.
* Do not enter anything that has spelling/grammatical errors. Automatic DQ
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A contest entry
- PIF- Quickie :] by Jasmine Rayne.
700 points, ended August 26, 2008, 9 entries
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I love this.
"You maybe solid gold, but I still think your fragile."
This makes me smile. ^_^
"Warm trickle of your blood, lips meet, combustion.
Flicker of gold reflects in your eyes, in my arms angel.
Beat of your heart, ignites thunderstorm of passion."
I couldn't pick a favourite part so I just pasted it all lol I love all of your description. You've perfectly described love in just a few short lines. Wonderful job and great take on the prompt. Thank you for entering.
-Lily♥
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