He makes her feel beautiful.
His touches are passionate, soft
So very soft and sweet.
His deft fingertips send amazing chills down her spine, causing her hairs to curl and her breath is caught in her throat.
she runs her own fingers throw her mussed hair
Quiet, gaspy moans escape from her slightly parted lips.
His soft touches tease and tantalize her dark smooth skin
Only dark and smooth, because he sees her that way.
All these feelings he conjures with just his fingertips.
He says her lips are incredibly soft
Like rose petals or silk.
Or silk rose petals, wrapped in velvet...
Maybe something softer.
His kisses are addictive
Like some forbidden drug
With an unbearably amazing euphoria,
a beautiful, sinful rapture.
But sin never felt so good.
And she's never been so sure
That she doesn't want to be right
That she doesnt want to be anything other than....