When I first saw Her, I knew I had to have her.
Her brown eyes, platinum blonde hair, a slender body, all beautifully making her up.
When I first heard her voice, I wanted her to sing to me.
The mezzo-soprano tenor to her voice, making all her words like velvet on her tongue.
When I first saw her, I knew I had to be her.
To love her, to kiss her, to eat her, to hold her hands, to hold her to me...
And her skin, so delicate, crushed against mine feeling like the petals of a flower pressed between two rocks.
Yes, we would be that close, our lips locked and turning red from the pressure; two being tight and together.
And she would be mine and I would be hers.
Skin against skin, lips to lips, and love to love.
All the while