D.O.M.

You came to me like a thunderstorm, lightning in your eyes. Eyes the color of Tahitian waters.

When I knew you a little better, something broke in me, and I began to color in the flowers on my pristine white mattress. That was a week before I took your mouth with mine and made you my

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