She

Her entire face smiles. At once mischievous and sad. I can not look at her without smiling...and weeping.

Her voice breaks the silence gently. Sound rippling through the void from her lips to my ears. The melody reminds of a brightly lit kitchen. Smelling fresh and clean and new.

She is real. I've breathed in her scent, slowly, carefully...trembling with it's effects. The subtlety of her perfume mixed with her natural scents could conquer armies.

Memorizing her face for later...each time we are together I commit another detail to memory. Perfecting her image in my minds eye. I can see her whenever and wherever. She is everywhere, yet seldom "here".

She is real. I've kissed her lips. Silky, soft, desirable...moist, full, willing, wonderful. Lustful, alive, hungry and barely controlled I smile.

To meet her gaze is dangerous. I could get lost in those eyes. Carma, radiance, warmth. The eyes say, hold me, keep me, know me...

She IS