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*Explicit Content*
Her eyes are green. The kind of green that resembles the grass as it pushes itself up through the white blanket of snow to let it be known that spring is coming. The kind of green that sparkles in the light of the morning sun like a fresh drop of morning dew. They encapsulate me with each breath I take.
Looking into to them is like a cure for the worst disease imaginable, but yet I still can not get enough to cure my insatiable need to have them glued to my skin. I have become addicted to her drug and I relish in every second of it.
The bright shade of green mixed with grey and blue leaves the color of her eyes to be interpreted in many different ways than one. At first glance, she is fierce. Her dark eye shadow creates the looming sense of darkness and her style of dress doesn't help diminish that either. She wears mostly black and her pale skin contrasts that to make it look even darker. I might even go as far to say that it is one of my favorite looks on her, but... it isn't.
Right now as she hovers above my naked body, the only thing I can manage to do is realize how seeing her so unguarded beats everything else.
Her eyes aren't bright green anymore, but rather a darkened forest on a full moon night. Her creamy, pale skin is completely shed of any garments and her eyes are wiped clean to the normal shade of black around them. She is completely open and unabashedly herself in this moment.
And in this moment, where our bodies are tangled in the cool, satin sheets of her bed, her eyes resemble the bright night sky. Looking deep into the dark abyss, you will find galaxy upon galaxy, tangled together like wire and igniting a certain flame in the darkness. They lace together, radiating a sense of nervousness, but confidence nonetheless.
Her eyes stare down at me with the desire to do to me whatever she pleases and I have no reason to deny her request because I want it just as bad as she does. I do not think I could turn her down, even if I want too.
They search the skin below them, roaming over my naked body below as she is seeming encapsulated by this moment. Every single stare is as if she is trying to permanently imprint the picture in her mind for safe keeping. She is looking over my body in awe, but not for a second too long before her uncertainty makes itself known through her body language. Hesitantly, her eyes flicker back up to mine, searching for reassurance in my gaze and I do not have to put in an effort to show that I need her. It is evident in my heavy breaths and furrowed brows as a small sweat breaks over my forehead.
I am sitting here like an open book and she is reading me like she has done several times before.
In my mind, she is a figment of my imagination, too pure for me to even encompass the space below her. This girl above me simply is a walking goddess and with every mesmerizing move, she makes that known. Something about her provocative nature plays in her favor tonight.
As she leans forward towards my lips, my eyes fall shut, waiting for the impact of her lips. Slowly, I feel her lips connect with mine, softly at first, but soon picking up a steady rhythm that we have come accustomed to. And it is in this moment that I am reminded what a magnificent piece of art she is.
