...I wish I could slowly reach to her soft, pearly, fragrant behind of her hand and feel her velvet finger skin beneath..
...softly lay my fingertips under her moist soft palms which at times embrace the sea breeze, feel her fingers tremble by the touch of my hand. She shyly reaches out her thin pink fingers towards mine to fit each of ours, as if they were holding the gaps just to be filled by one another. I can see the quiver of her red lips while she fights off her coyness inside her mind, to face me and gaze at me with those love filled eyes. Her eyes carry her nervous smile from her blushing cheeks and slightly struggling shiny lips. Her wondrous beautiful deer-y eyes cup the smile.
...They puzzle me with their innocence; they haze me to think whether I am standing at the brim of the sea or the sea is deeply cramped in her huge watery eyes. Those eyes leave me lost in them and tell me that my pursuit for them is over. These are the eyes that would see me, smile at me, talk to me when words are less important to convey emotions, hint questions to me, yield me my answers, get locked in my eyes, dream with my eyes, sleep with my eyes and wake up when my eyes open. These deep dark black lined eyes would caress me when I am in need. They would speak thousands of words in one glance or just glance at me when thousands of words are not needed.
...The sun has softened its blaze more gradually. Its glare makes the princess who stands beside me glaze more, more bright than the sun. The sun reflects its glimmer by bouncing its now weak evening rays on her plump moon-y skin. She establishes a perfect sun-moon relation on the beach. She, the princess of my heart, squints her left eye hidden below the furls and curls of her brown silky hair and looks at me. She raises her right hand to cover her eyes and forehead obstructing the sun rays, but conveniently letting her reddish pink lips sparkle haughtily. Her pearly lined teeth shine bright, pushing me to make a perfect kiss at the moment and always. The warm sea water washes our feet every few seconds. She at times holds a grip of my arm adjusting her fair feet as the wet sand races back into the sea as the waves return into the sea belly.
...The warm breeze blows her precise and perfect short perfect pink polka dress. The wind mischievously feels her, making me jealous. The possessiveness makes me step one step more towards her, close to her, near her. I slowly move my right arm behind her cuddling her near her waist. I slowly tug her towards me and feel her soft hair brushing my neck. The thinness of her waist leaves me wondering. Her softness makes me feel how delicate she is. The mischievous rose petals could hurt her. Her tiny waistline surrounded by the velvety satin pink ribbon of the dress. A cute pink satin rose on her dress completes it. She picks her right leg up a little and bends towards me...to let me cuddle her more...
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