cuddling the devil ≫ clifford

four

michael traced the outline of kiera's face with his finger, memorizing every contour and wrinkle. he loved her freckles and was determined to be able to recognize the placement of each.

her eyes were deep-set, and so sapphire. they were ever so striking. she was always tired and stressed from school, and the dark bags that laid underneath her eyes made that evident. he knew that behind those shut eyes were pure beauty.

his finger glided across the copious, auburn hairs above her eyes. her brow was salient and prominent. her arch was sharp and she always had her eyebrows perfectly done from hot wax. but lately, little, thinner hairs perked up from underneath her skin, which indicates that she needed a clean up.

he knew that beyond her brows were thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts. he knew that she was always thinking and that beautiful, peaceful thoughts constantly danced around her innocent, naive mind. some of those thoughts, he never understood. he never did comprehend why she loved smelling orchids and loved the sound of bells. never would he grasp why he loved the feeling of her knees tickled and the taste of chestnut, soft bananas. never would he apprehend why she always gave money to the homeless, whether if was a fifty-dollar bill or a dime or how she could never fathom a sexual joke that he would whisper into her ear late at night.

he traced his finger against her vast, plump lips. they were always soft, but lately, they were covered in dead, unwanted skin due to a lack of moisture. she had wrinkles adjacent and on both sides of her lips from smiling all the time.

one could never catch her without a smile on her lips, and her smile lines made that visible. her lips always curved up in the perfect way they did. her lips were perfect, for he knew she had braces for many years beforehand. although, she did have a small chip on her left, front tooth.

upon those lips she spoke of marvelous things. she spoke of world peace and how she truly did want to inspire and help the world by being in the medical field. she always spoke of her spiritual life and claimed that she was always praying for him, along with their relationship and that someday they may be together without complications and her parents' disapproval. her words were tender, as they usually asked for love and affection from her paramour. but there was once that she spoke harshly, and as if she wanted anything but her love's affection. and those words hurt her sweetheart to the point that he became someone she never wanted to know.

her nose was adorable, sharp as it was geometrically perfect for her face. her nose was centered by her keen cheek bones and exquisite jaw line.

she had a mole on her chin, right below her lip. it was small and barely noticeable. she always tried to cover it up with makeup, because she always claimed that people stared at her mole, rather than her crystal blue eyes.

michael was interrupted in admiring his love by his alarm. he knew he had to go to work today, for her could not miss another. he gave his beloved a kiss on her left temple, a strand or two of her hair in the way. he then lifted her head hesitantly, walking over to the kitchen and placing her head into the refrigerator, pecking her cheek with a butterfly with his lips. he whispered an "i love you" into her small ear before shutting the cold door, and beginning to carry on with his day.