By minerva@cancom.net Date: 20 August 1999
My eyes catch hers. They are so wide and so innocent: crystal sapphires. Her cheeks, a dusty rose, so contrasting to the milkiness of her skin. Her ink heart-shaped lips add to make her look even more cherub-like.
Down the sleek bones and lines of her slender neck. So fragile and vulnerable. My fingertips slide along till they reach her collarbone. Here, her ivory skin, so smooth, takes on an almost translucent appearance, glistening with miniature beads of perspiration, like dozens of tiny pearls. I lean over, and as my lips brush across her skin ever so slightly, her sweet taste is interlaced with salt and moisture.
Next, perfectly rounded shoulders. Recently kissed by the sun's gentleness. A golden brown,lightly dusted with tiny freckles; another gift from the early rays of summer.
Her long lithe arms take me to her soft fragile hands. With fingers that slowly taper to tiny fingertips that hold all the sensitivity man knows.
My eyes travel back towards her body. The sensualism of her chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of her deep breathing. Her alabaster breasts, with their hard coral nipples, so full and soft.
Now her body narrows to the gentle curve of her waist. I resist the urge to grasp her firmly and hold her against me. Her stomach, yet un-stripped of its innocence, is soft and beckons me.
My sight moves down to her full round hips. And then slowly inward to the dark triangle of soft fur. The forbidden treasure laden with vulnerability and power. Down to her legs, long and lean. The soft pearly inner-thigh covered in a silky invisible down of gold. Down past her knees and their gentle bend, her calves are firm and slightly muscled.
Finally I came to her ankles and down to her perfect dainty feet. Like porcelain in color and texture. Topped off with ten perfect toes, and pale pink nails with tiny white half-moons.
A perfect human creature, from head to toe.