Does not strike one at first glance, but at second, well stole my breath.
In mind, body and spirituality she is complete, and still needs to yet be completed.
Intuition pulls, to touch I crave; yet out of reach.
Thick, golden silk rings fingers itch to entwine themselves within,
Pale, freckled skin that yearns for the caress of my blush lips against it.
Breath stolen by the eyes followed by a smile to put a spin of possibilities through thy mind.