Her dress freshly pressed, wrinkle free just like her flawless face. She has her hair up in a bun, the day may be a lazy Sunday; but it’s a special day for her. The sunlight shines in through the bay windows; the kind of sunshine that only exists on a sunny Sunday in Southern California . The skies clear, the wind ever-so-slight and the weather is just of utmost perfection.
She touches up her cheeks; needing no reason to blush except for the fact of her drop-dead-gorgeous status. She starts to curl her eyelashes, although she could go without it – her eyes are hypnotizing the way God made them. She whips up her eyelash, but her eye catches something in the mirror, and she pokes her eye with the mascara – ouch.
He slouches up from the covers, shirtless, he’s been awake for some time. But who can resist watching a gift become only more beautiful? Who can resist spectating as to why kings gave their fortunes and fought wars for such a stunning dame? He smiles his vivid smile and asks if she’s alright. He looks around for his shirt, as if he doesn’t know when exactly when it came off. Sitting up on the headboard, he continues to enjoy the view.
She holds her eye and smiles, she’ll be fine for now, she’ll feel better later when she can snuggle up close to him.
Finishing her mascara, she sketches on some eyeliner and the masterpiece is all-but complete. She reaches for some lip-gloss for the finishing touch, her flowing hair scattering as she reaches for it.
He grabs her wrist, still wearing his light sleeping clothes. Bends down to her level and looks into her soul. Raising an eyebrow and growing a smirk he says, “I wish I could create a word for the love I feel when I look at you.”
He seals it with a kiss and lets her finish what she started.
November 26th, 2010; 12:45pm
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