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She was wild at heart. He saw that and he wanted to bring out her spirit, to turn it around to watch it sprint like a ghost when it sees daylight. John saw her spirit in those soulful dark eyes. He saw the wildness in her actions, in her aura and even in those beautiful eyes. She was so beautiful. Too beautiful for him almost.
"You're staring at me, Johnny," she broke the silence that kept them from moving.
"You're too beautiful for words, Kim. You'll never understand what a muse you are too me." John said and his lips met up with hers.
The kiss they shared was complete...too complete.