A/N: My first story that is not Harry Potter related, well it is not exactly a story... more like a poem...
Disclaimer: I don't own A Great and Terrible Beauty
Dreaming...
I could not stop thinking about him...
I see him everywhere, even in my dreams...
Sometimes I can feel his warm breath on my neck whispering words I can not comprehend...
I feel his fingers brush through my hair and grasp the back of my neck...
His lips hoover by mine...
And I feel his lips cover them and his tounge break its way inside...
I feel his hands on me everywhere and I find that I like it...
Suddenly I wake up and realize I dreamed of him once again...
Kartik...
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