There's a smudge of charcoal across her nose, her cheek, over one eyebrow. She doesn't know it's there. She doesn't know I'm here, watching.
Her concentration is on her sketch book, on the faces she's drawing. Her hair falls soft against her skin, her eyes follow her fingers.
She's beautiful like this, a goddess. I breath in and she senses me, her head lifting, a smile breaking over her face and I fall in love all over again.
*okay, so not porny...but it was an image I couldn't escape*
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Date: 2009-01-11 07:39 pm (UTC)Her concentration is on her sketch book, on the faces she's drawing. Her hair falls soft against her skin, her eyes follow her fingers.
She's beautiful like this, a goddess. I breath in and she senses me, her head lifting, a smile breaking over her face and I fall in love all over again.
*okay, so not porny...but it was an image I couldn't escape*