My beauty

Reflected in his eyes:
my beauty.

His gaze,
intense,
as it softly strokes my hair,
lightly kisses my lips,
buries itself in the depths of my soul as it
worships my breasts.

I feel its caresses as it
navigates my curves,
explores all of me,
before
finding my center,
craving its taste,
yearning to dwell in its warmth,
allowing me to see that I am beautiful.

Felt through his skin:
my beauty.

His touch,
electric,
as it softly strokes my hair,
lightly kisses my lips,
nibbles my ears,
buries itself in the depths of my soul as it
worships my breasts.

I feel its caresses as it
navigates my curves,
explores all of me,
before
finding my center,
craving its taste,
yearning to dwell in its warmth,
making me feel that I am beautiful.

Spoken in his silence:
my beauty.

His passion,
transcended,
softly whispering,
as it tells me that I am beautiful.

Originally published in SQ Chronicles