She is the love of my life
Her red hair flows down her back
Long and dark as blood.
Her bangs hang in front of her eyes
Her intense eyes
Those blue eyes that bore into mine
Those blue eyes that are heavy
With desire and heat.
Heat like I’ve never known before.
The heat that scorches my skin
And leaves me trembling
Because I fear that which I have never known.
But while her eyes burn me
With their intensity and a desire
That no one has ever felt towards me,
Her lips beckon me.
They are the most perfect lips
That you would ever imagine.
Perfectly plump and the color of
Fruit that has ripened for too long.
They are the strangest color of
Deep mahogany red.
They are the color of sweetness.
My stomach twists and my heart burns
Inside my chest,
Begging me to move my own lips forward.
But I do not move.
I want to take in all of her that I can,
All of her sweet beauty.
Her face, is smooth
And softer than milk
The color of crème.
She is not so patient however.
She grabs my wrist and tugs me gently forward
So that I am in the very center of the bed.
Then she climbs on top of me,
Straddling my waist,
And stroking the sides of my neck.
I can’t breathe.
My heart is beating so hard
And so fast that it is flying.
I place one of my hands
on her jean clad thigh
and my other hand on the indent in her waist.
She places her hands on either side
of my face and tilts my head back
so that I am forced to look up at her.
