By heather      dreamheather@hotmail.com
Date: 29 August 1997

HIM

  His eyes are blue with a hint of green flashing in their centers. In the 
light, they are bright. In the dark, they are downright beautiful. And when
his gaze rests on mine, I feel as though he can see only me. Nothing else.
  His smile starts small. Then spreads, till it reaches those bluegreen
eyes. Once it does, the green flecks sparkle, and dance, like lightning.
  His laugh is robust. Comes from deep down, in his chest. His sense of
humor is very dry, with a biting edge. Sparks my imagination. Keeps me 
on my toes, makes my mind work hard. I very much like it.
  His touch is soft. Somehow conveys a sense of wonder. Makes me believe
he can't believe his good fortune, touching me. It's flattering and cute.
  He towers above me. He's big and he's strong. His arms wrap nicely 
around me, makes me feel very safe, very warm, very wanted.
  His skin is soft. Sometimes he has a whisker stubble on his chin. Has a
strong jaw, muscular neck and chest, with a wonderful thick matt of brown
hair all over it. His breath catches when I lay my hands on it, run my 
fingers through it.
  His lips are thick, sensual, soft. When he kisses me, he knows what to
do with them. His kisses are some of the best. Often they can make me 
forget. They are tender, with a edge of excitement just under the surface.
  His whisper of my name sounds like music. Said between kisses it feels 
like dancing. When his body moves over mine, he is inviting, seductive,
persistant, and very desirable.

  But there's just the tiniest thing that keeps me from falling,
completely, totally, in love with him.
     
     Oh.
     My Phantom Wayne.
     
     He's not you.