My shoulders glow in the morning light as he kisses them.
My fingers look longer as they glide across my pale skin
My curves suddenly look soft as my towel exposes them.
Some days I am beautiful.
I'm not perfect, but sometimes in certain light or when certain music plays
I am perfect just as I am.
It may not be often and I may not even look any different, but...
sometimes works for me.
Because when he looks at me from the door way and just smiles,
as I pull on my stocking or as I lotion my skin.
I know it may be sometimes for me, but to him,
I am forever beautiful.
So I'll take the some days
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
My shoulders glow in the morning light as he kisses them.
My fingers look longer as they glide across my pale skin
My curves suddenly look soft as my towel exposes them.
Some days I am beautiful.
I'm not perfect, but sometimes in certain light or when certain music plays
I am perfect just as I am.
It may not be often and I may not even look any different, but...
sometimes works for me.
Because when he looks at me from the door way and just smiles,
as I pull on my stocking or as I lotion my skin.
I know it may be sometimes for me, but to him,
I am forever beautiful.
So I'll take the some days
