Picture Perfect |Short Story|
Soft spoken, loud minded.
Thats what kept me around all this time. The deep plunges penetrated her body constructing a curvaceous bottom half which aroused me more than her seductive voice.
The passion we both held, fit like a glove. The gratification that we shared always seemed to become unbearable only resulting in me admiring her even more. Her sensual moans built a euphoric feeling throughout my body allowing me to convulse all around.
Was it just lust, or was it love?
She had something over me, I just can never put my finger on it.
The way her honey smooth skin illuminated in any lighting show cased how angelic and graceful she was. Her succulent lips always brought an urge to engage into a intimate kiss.
Her alluding presence crammed my mind. As much as I tried to rid her from my thrilling thoughts, she always seemed to prolong them.
Heaven's greatest creation somehow landed in the front of my camera. She crashed down in the center of my life allowing all things to be revolved around her, my mind, my heart, my emotions, my everything.
My passionate craft became her domain allowing me to snap graceful life longing photographs of how effortlessly talented she was.
I had finally realized, I was addicted.
I have become an attic for her caressing touch, her wild sex, and her indescribable precious thoughts.
She was my art.
She was, picture perfect and I was infatuated.