beautiful

the face looking back blushes

laugh lines crinkle as the word takes full effect

a shy smile half forms as she looks at me in the mirror

apply the mascara, make it dark, make those eyes pop

an angel looks back, cocky smirk on her full lips

she is perfection

like she was sculpted from the aether the world was made from

a textbook vitruvian woman

an example all others shall be based off of

is she perfection

to my eyes

yes

every self perceived flaw another enhancement to my longing

my need

i long to touch her, to reach out and entwine my fingers into her hair and pull her to me

ravage her with kisses, make a mess of that fresh coat of paint, strip her down and bury my tongue between her long legs, feel her grind on my face as she cums over and over again

she reads my thoughts and shakes one finger at me

the pleasure comes later

i follow her into the bedroom, her heart shaped ass pulling me along like a cartoon dog after the scent of a steak

like the steak, i plan on eating that as well

i lay back and watch her dress

it is a short process but she makes it take what seems like hours

she sits next to me, places her leg onto the bed and slowly slides on one black stocking

i want to trace my tongue along the same route

it is agony, an agony due for a repeat performance

this time as she puts her foot onto my crotch, eyebrow raised, a challenge but of self control, one i can win, i think, following the long high way of pleasure ever upwards, a bead of sweat on my brow

it is a cruel maneuver, designed to tease

the second stocking goes on somehow slower than the first, the agony intensifies along with the burning need

she enters the closet, a slow deliberate walk, knowing my eyes are not going anywhere

she comes out with a little black dress and shimmies it on, seductive dance written about in ballads old as time

she stands before me and slowly turns

i zip her up, hands coming to rest on her stomach, pulling her in close

sliding her hair back and not so gently kissing her neck, nibbling, biting, tasting

she moans as she steps away

turns to me, waiting for the word she knows is all i can muster

she smiles, knowing it is coming, eyes twinkling

i stare breathlessly for a second

beautiful