honey suckled fingers dropped plainly on her painted portrait. her hands grazing the lining of the parchment. her mouth briefly bitten upon by her own doing. amelina turned to whisper, " hath thy eyes deceived thee ?? am thy but a butterfly in the eyes of a saint ?? hath thee found myself in better company !! " she echoed her own unbearable thoughts, " thou hath drawn me like a sailor would. clumsy, but with passion. " she fanned herself briefly , giggling as she spoke.
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