The Deleted

First entry in my deleted notes:



That lavender skin hasn't stopped beckoning.  Caressing my senses in every way.  I see a painting in the way she smiles, as great as the Mona Lisa herself.  Endearing and caring.  Sure to cater to my every need.  The good is the only thing that entertains these thoughts not the flaws.  Though I am sure there are many.  The way she just glides from spot to spot.  Those hips just slide from side to side, beckoning my hand to touch them.  Screaming for my hand to explore them.  Such a beautiful face and yet it can't see me.  Not a predator but it's prey.  So exotic and right it just sits there and smiles.  Hypnotizing me and maximizing my desire to even touch her lips just once.  To slowly allow every little piece of skin just began to tantalize my tastes.  Like honey from a comb and oh so good.  Delicious to just press a finger and lightly brush off a piece of that dew.  Slip it into my mouth and just let it savor every bite.  I know the pleasures of that smile but to taste the aroma of her.  Breathe it in and become intoxicated with every breath.  Until . . .