She Drives Me Crazy

This girl, this woman. Sitting on the couch while she lays her head in my lap. My fingers in her long, dark hair. The room's so dark, illuminated only by whatever movie we're watching. I look down at her and smile. She senses my attention and her eyes sparkle as she looks up at me. I lean down as she leans up and when our lips meet, I am perfectly content. There's no where else I want to be than here with her in my arms.
I know her, but I've never met her. She haunts me, stalks me...or maybe it's me haunting, stalking her. I don't know. All I know is that I'd kill for the opportunity to touch my lips to hers.
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