Like picking flower petals she ended on forget me not. It made her insides smile, she was caught. She became the hunter to keep him her hunted love. Drawn by smiles and slight acknowledgment she was attracted to everything about him. Quality was fabulous, a pretty picture painted his canvas and the quantity, he was so much more than anyone could imagine. So inspiring it gave her the ultimate rush. Fully aware, he enjoyed such style of attention. However, he urged to be the hunter and ended up the hunted. Consumed with unshakable rushes he agreed to himself that his heart was much smarter than his head but pushed forward with the rational notions that spun above, ignoring the rapid beats which pushed him to her. He continued conventionally. He longed to hunt her. She hunted his attention. He was her hunt. She wanted to be his.
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