contributed by Nique

She is the epitome of what perfection would be if it existed….

I dream about the curves of her body and the arch of her back

And wonder if I will ever be good enough to deserve to be in her presence

I have memorized the smoothness of her forehead to the slope of her nose

Every freckle on her face and the shape of her lips

I can detail the elongation of her neck and I fantasize about the taste of her collarbone….

….It’s the sweetest thing…

My fingertips tingle from the memory of what her breasts feel like in my hands and the smooth expanse of her stomach and I am lost

Lost in her….

My entire being is drawn to the space in-between her legs and the not-too-distant feeling of being “home” once again

The thickness of her thighs and the softness of her calves make my mouth water …

As I continue my descent I slow my movements just to make this experience last longer

..to make it last forever

And as I explore and memorize again and again

I will forever remain in awe that a creature such as this exists

She is everything

She is the only thing……

I crave the understanding of her expressions…..

I want to know the depths of her secrets

Her heartache and her pain

Her struggle and her strength

I need to know the mystery behind her smile

And the motivation behind her happiness

She is an enigma

And yet…

So unassuming

She can cry a thousand tears and still wear a smile

She astounds me……

But I am drawn like a moth to a flame

And I would sooner be engulfed by that very flame then lose sight of her

Then lose the feel of her……

Then lose….Her

She is everything

Because she is the only thing……….