5/13/2008 6:58 pm
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I just finish writing something it sort of romance when i have an idea or something i just start writing the picture thats added to my post is the story i wrote so here goes....
The Man in the Portrait by Lina-san
As I slept, I walked into a room fill with roses. A cool mist surrounds the room. I looked around, and everything was still. I saw a portrait of a man, his body shape was perfect, muscles, smooth skin, strong arms, and legs; an angel of the night. I touch the portrait, I became mesmerize, and his eyes were looking into the depths of the moon, the depths of my soul. I toss and turn in my bed in this summer night, dreaming of his love so sweet. I see myself touching him, holding him, caressing his heavenly body never letting go. The feeling from his touch, make me want him so much.
I felted my heart racing fast, my body full of passionate heat, I can’t resist it, can’t resist him, I want to make love to him until I reach that ecstasy, and become weak. Kiss me, don’t tease me, look into my eyes, and please don’t release me! I’m like a wild beast, waiting to feast, to make you part of me. So I watched my love sleep, I undress him with my eyes, I kiss his neck, I lick his chest, I put my hands on his toned stomach feeling the ripped muscles, then suddenly I stop. He wakes, and caresses me, sexing me. I lie beside him, put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He looked down at me, smiling at me, my face turns a crimson red that could roses to there death. He rolled on top of me, spread my legs apart, kissed my thighs so gently, caress my breasts, my eyes were close, I knew what was coming next and waited with eager anticipation. The last words I heard him say were “I’m your man in the portrait, I will always make love to you, I’m your moonlight lover, and I am the night and will always be your delight”.
I woke up my body was sweating; I touch myself, and realize it was a dream, oh what a dream, but it felt more like reality than it seem. I looked at the portrait of the man hanging on my wall, he is my true love, because it’s the only love that want hurt me or leave me.
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