• whimsicalwaffle 4w

    I first met her on a holiday to an exotic country. She glowed in the glistening moonlight, her flowing, silvery aura drawing me close.
    She raised her pitch black eyes, languidly looking at me. Daring me to approach, yet not caring if I did.
    Her head rested on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck and I was astounded at her forwardness, but it's the fashion of her people, I thought to myself.
    Her lush hair flowed down her figure, mesmerizing all those who weren't taken in by the beauty of her smile.
    It was love at first sight.
    She neighed softly in my ear.
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