Just a simple piece of prose in honor of the fairer sex.
....and daydreams bore me aloft in flights of fantasy. I held you in my arms and felt the intoxicating flow of your breath caressing my chest. I stroked your silken hair, I lost myself in the bottomless depths of your eyes. Familiarity swept over me as I held you, it was as if you had, at some point long ago, taken refuge in the sanctity of my embrace before.
How many nights I have dremt of you. How many days I have spent, toiling away with lifes burdens, accompanied with thoughts of you in my mind. I imagine looking up and down your frame. Atop your wondrous face, sits a soft and golden hued, heavenly shock of hair.
Lovely as words can naer describe, framing your face in perfect harmony and accenting your mesmerizing eyes with elegance, your hair sweeps `round your face and cascades dreamily down your neck and shoulders.
Your face haunts me, luminescent eyes draw me deep within your soul. A cute, perky nose livens your face with an air of attitude and grace. High cheekbones accent your features, what most women long for, seems natural and unremarkable to you. Your cheeks crimson with color, I am sure, as your read this. The crimson shades in to the perfect tan. Light hues of brown skin, framed by your golden curls and offset by your startling eyes, meet at your nose with a near invisible trace of tiny freckles.
My eyes trail downward. Your throat takes my breath away, it always has. Many have been the times, when my dreams allowed me to bury my face into the soft skin of your throat and lose myself in the haven of your neck. Long, lean arms that I dearly wish were wrapped around me, lead down to your magnificent hands that have so often carried me to bliss.
A tiny, disappearing waist, joins to your breathtaking hips and thighs. Oh, but the thoughts I have had about those thighs. The times I have imagined my lips creeping up them, carried by swirls of my tongue. Long and graceful legs are next to meet my eye. Sleek calves and tiny ankles, your legs are what even goddess dream of. Standing back and drinking you in, I behold you in your entirety.
My God, what a vision. Looking into your eyes, loosing myself in their allure, I find peace in the most beautiful part of you. I feel unworthy and like a lesser creature, when I encounter your joyful soul. Heart of hearts, face of an angel, body of a temptress, mind full of wit and charm.
Words fail me now, as I am lost in the bounties of whom you are