Beautiful face.

Really it was all just a vibrational blur. Thinking back over the memories of that summer, she’s searching her brain for the answer to a question. The question that is now becoming a blur as much as the summer.
That face. That beautiful face is the only thing that really stands out. The way the curves and bends were all caressed so smoothly over the square shaped jaw bone. The soft milky skin covering this perfect being, so tender to the touch. He would shiver when grazed lightly enough. But the most memorable part was the eyes. Oh those hazel eyes had such a way of piercing into your own and making your soul shake to the core. You would crave his touch. The same way you would crave candy as a child but couldn’t afford it. So you would sit and stare at it, imagining yourself delicately placing the candy in your mouth, letting it melt slowly, slithering around your tongue from side to side letting the sweetness absorb into your taste buds. All these emotional outbursts coming simply from nothing more than a face. Such a beautiful face.

~Dedicated to Ben M.