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Head To Toe

The waves of your silky hair flows down over your back and shoulders.
Your mahogany locks shine in the daylight and bounce with your movement.
A cute fringe completes the perfect framing of your face.

First the deep, hazel eyes that penetrate deep into my soul.
They have such a warmth to them and hold me captivated for a moment.
Your long, full lashes are so natural and so beautiful.

A sharp, distinguished nose sits betwixt your smooth, unblemished cheeks.
Your face has the healthy glow of youth and gives an impression of innocence.
You push your hair back on one side to expose a small ear, as of a child.

Next, the pale, pink lips, slightly parted and utterly kissable.
The corners curl into a smile, filling me with a sense of security.
Your lower lip protrudes, shadowing your adorably dimpled chin.

I am just close enough to smell the sweet scent of your neck.
It is long and elegant and delicate to the touch, I imagine.
Your skin spreads out seamlessly over your gentle shoulders and clear chest.

Perfectly-formed breasts are some of your more prominent features.
Each one looks as though it were sculpted with the most skillful of hands.
The dark areola are the cherry on top, the smooth nipples begging to be touched.

Your arms are toned and shaped; they look strong and safe.
They run down the side of your flat tummy, a faint hint of muscle evident.
The hands clasped in front of you are dainty and pale, like the rest of you.

In my head, I picture what I would see if you turned around, what is hidden.
The firmness of your buttocks always astounded me; I love to squeeze them.
I smile as I recall the cute dimples - you have no idea how sexy they are.

The view from the front is equally as alluring, though.
I dream of caressing the soft curves of your hips that define your figure.
Neatly trimmed yet thick, dark hair sits atop your pubic mound.

Even naked, you hold a lady-like stance, denying me a glimpse of your treasure.
Your slight physique, I know full well, belies the strength of your thighs.
They give not so much as a quiver as you shift slightly in place.

Years of running have given you those shapely calves that I adore so much.
Not one imperfection can I spot as my eyes travel down your legs.
I remark upon the elegance of your feet, making your cheeks blush.

I have memorised every beautiful inch of your body, from top to bottom.
I know every hair on your head intimately; every detail of your toes.
To me, you are perfection - a creature of pure and simple beauty.
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