As I stare into space, I am reminded of her; nature's very canvas devoid of imperfections. Intoxicating like aged whiskey, were the pools of brown crystals she had for eyes. In place of lips were curled up rose petals. She had an innocuous smile, one that touched the abyss of melancholy and made it cheerful. She moved like spring; blooming everything in her path. To be lost in the warmth of her embrace and the santuary of her lips is what I long for...
For she is beauty, and beauty is her.
      
                                    -Jay

As thoughts of her face swim through my eyes, the silent echoes of lust sneak into my mind leaving behind sweetness on my lips. Her scent creeps up to slowly remind me of the touch that once was. I've witnessed a beauty I can't describe. One that speaks to my soul. True beauty is rare but it lies within her. Strong and yet so calm is the unmistakable passion of desire in her eyes. I had never seen eyes so bright neither had I heard laughter so thrilling; never smelt happiness so genuine neither had I felt hands so soothing. It was as if nature had connived with it's elements to birth a living fantasy and she was that living fantasy...

                                               -Jay