Beauty and the Lust

As I made my way into the room, I could see her standing at the window gazing out over the city and admiring the silence of the sky. The illuminations of distant skyscrapers quivered around her like innumerable tiny stars worshiping her beauty. Whole environment was spellbound and mesmerised by her elegance, as though her beauty was on a mission to conquer one and all. Raven-black hair ran down her back like a dark river, its unknown waters waiting to be explored and examined. Her glowing shoulders were bare except for tiny straps of red lace. More lace embraced the rest of her body, flirting with my eyes with shadows that suggested everything yet revealed nothing.

I walked to her surreptitiously, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, knowing she could see my reflection in the shining window. I reached for her hair, its glossy plaits shivered to the touch as I pulled it aside. Underneath, her neck curved graciously, like that of a majestic swan. My lips caressed against its warmth, sensing the life gently throbbing beneath the surface. Her face angled slightly, exposing more of its vulnerable surface to my touch. I examined her skin, relishing its feeble saltiness and something else uniquely feminine, uniquely her.She was the epitome of beauty.