Erotic Portrait

Her eyes smile and shine. They are big and infinite, they look intelligent and bright. She can see through souls – her kindness is reflected in her benevolent look. Her eyes are the portal to her soul and they stay in the mind of the one who looks into them; there’s no way of forgetting that penetrating look. Her eyebrows make her look powerful, but they are perfect to bring up the symmetry of her beauty, including her tiny nose and highlighted cheekbones.

The hair is long and soft. She is lying on the bed with her hair from the side, looking like a mystical mermaid with her pose – it is a piece of art to look at. Her hair makes her sexy but her softness makes her delicate and beautiful. It makes her Divine, because there’s nothing of greater beauty than the traits of the muse and the goddess.

Soft belly, delicate breasts and perfect hips are components of each other. Her breasts are a source of pleasure – they are of perfect size and shape. The belly is too delicate to touch roughly and her pale color makes it even more sensitive, while her arched hips are a connection to her most divine part, where all her fire comes from.

This connection goes to her smooth legs, curved behind and beautiful feet. Her legs start thin and grow proportional to her hypnotisingly curved buttocks, that show firmly a body prepared to be loved and caressed, but can also take a love spanking.

It is impossible to look away when her behind is partially naked, only covered by a little bit of the sheets, creating a mystery around the rest of her body – It’s like contemplating a work of art in real flesh, the most beautiful creation ever made, where the soft atmosphere created by a candle makes the curves more visible and the flawless skin glows.

Climbing up a little bit, her delicate and pale neck is one of her softest spots, where a kiss can make miracles and drive her mad. Her smile makes every heart melt and it’s the most contagious you’ll ever see, while her voice is the pure feminine symbol.

Her mouth is subtle yet refined, it seems like it’s always laughing, and it’s texture and flavour are impossible to get tired of. Now her lips are cold and dry on the winter night and I must kiss them, because I can’t let such beauty be only contemplated, I must enjoy it and see it flourish.