Light golden strands cascade down her beautiful face. Gazing into her sky-blue eyes makes the heart race. Like a hot-water bottle she has a warming embrace.

Electric to the touch is her silk-soft skin. To capture her heart, in itself, would be worth more than any Olympic sized win. The list of compliments she deserves is never ending.

She has a soul so compassionate, caring and true; she has a body so perfect, an idealistic muse. Stuck on the tongue.

The words:

“I still .... you.”