If you don't love me...
His fingertips brushing over her velvet skin
Flash through her mind as she catches his azure gaze
He lifts a corner of his luscious lips
Striking a chord of her heartstrings
She turns away from the man with a hand on her chest
The ghost of his love imprinted on her memories
Now resurface with a single look
How sly of him...
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