Sasha. The one word sends chills throughout my body, takes my breath away. I
long for him, his purposefully messed up blond locks , his clear crystal gaze. It
pierces through you, your eyes, your very soul. It searches you for answers,
feelings, understanding, agreement. The kind that I would love mine to be, so
perfect. Oh! And that constant appearance of stubble across his chin and strong
jaw, above his nice pink lips. The lines around his mouth are too defined, but the
imperfection makes my longing increase. His strong, lean body beckons for me
constantly; his laugh that I hear so rarely is crazy, unimaginable, and so manly
sends my heart into pitter-patters. Oh Sasha, how I've dreamt of you, your
muscular arms encircling me; your hands brushing the silky strands of blond hair
back as your fingers skim across my skin to gently tilt my chin up; your soft lips
touching mine, holding my lips to yours, moving my mouth into a smooth melody
with yours. It can never happen, this conviction is true. But I can always dream…