Her

I stood outside, shuffling my feet in the chilly autumn air. I tried to warm my hands by rubbing them together before sticking them into the pockets of my jacket. I sighed, impatiently looking around the empty street. I had specifically planned this day down to the very minuscule detail. It was going to be perfect. Nothing could mess it up and nothing would–

There she was. Like a goddess, she walked confidently in a maddening red dress. Her short auburn hair bounced as she strolled towards him. Pale and cold like snow was she, with a disposition to match, yet she seemed to warm the air when she smiled. Oh those beautiful lips; I just wanted to kiss them all day. And that wonderful neck of hers. And those collarbones. Hell, I'd have probably slipped off that elegant short dress to kiss her all over if it hadn't been for the cold, not to mention that she wouldn't be very lenient to such actions in public.

She sashayed next to me, her crystalline pure blue eyes looking up at me as her slightly parted mouth visibly released her regaining breaths. Her eyes alone captivated my very soul. Blue like a clear lake on a sunny day, yet they can be stormy like a troubled sea. They seem bright, filled with curiosity, yet hiding treasures unknown. I've heard of people saying how they were en-captivated by someone. I always scoffed, called it foolishness. But now, now I couldn't part my eyes from her. Every inch of her was beautiful, from her fluttering eyelashes, to her cute perky nose, to her fine long legs, to her small yet equally gorgeous breasts. Every aspect about her seemed perfection.

She looked away, her cheeks rosy with an arising blush. Perhaps it was my staring. Or the cold. Oh yes, it was cold outside, but oddly enough, I no longer seemed to be bothered by it. All my attention was pointed at her.

Before she could strike up conversation, for she dreaded "awkward" silences and liked to talk for long periods of time, I leaned down and took her chin in my hand. Turning her head towards me, I softly kissed those marvelous red lips of hers. Like one who hadn't eaten for months upon end, her kisses seemed to fill me up with satisfaction and joy. I didn't care whether I got her lipstick onto my lips, or whether she was caught by surprise. All I knew was I was kissing her and it was the best thing in the world.