He was taken by her, completely. She was almost otherworldly to him, the stuff of dreams that wisp away in rays of golden sunshine leaving only the vaguest impression of a sigh or heartbeat: unmistakably present but also too soft and delicate to describe.
Except that she was real, bone and flesh (that flesh), and when she smiled at him or confided her secrets, he would melt just a little bit more and fall just a little bit farther.
Everything from the way she wrinkled her nose when she blushed to the way she spoke made his mouth water and he wanted nothing more than to devour her.
Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Use the word “devour” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 108 words.
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