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The first time I saw him, I was petrified. His aura clanged to my nerves and won’t let go. The clean-cut hair with its deceiving hairline made in the trendiest fashion made him resembles some sort of model for a shampoo add. The deep sunken eyes carried the late long hours of concentration and the genuine happiness for whatever it caught. The dark thin eyelash hid the little know fact of his late-night parties. His aquiline nose made him resembles so much like the cruel birds hunting their prey, yet the rosy cheeks and perfect white teeth condemn just the opposite. One look at the chubby nose and you’d be unnerved to unfold all the secrets underneath it.

An olive complexion broad should fell in the thin waist that gave rise to his long, slender legs. A man at ease, he knew exactly what needed to be done. When those loafers moved to the rhythm of the Rolex that was fastened in his hands, it was as if the cupid descended the earth. The rising and falling chest could not easily hide the fact that there was a beautiful heart that lay inside it that was filled with embraces for every other being. The well-built muscular arms and the quick fingers mocked with anything and made it look so effortless. But one dago at it and you’d know your place. The built manly figure made him look like an adult but the jet-black pupils still hold childlike youthful spark energy radiating in his eyes. A child by heart, any thing that raised to his ears was rhythm to him and the words he spoke was melody to mine. Some other time I would have liked to think that the bi wide hands could do wonders to my body but now fully dressed he was a mirage for anyone wanting to unravel him.

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