Her Reflection In the Mirror

on a cold windy night just after a bath combing her wet hair the color of sunset thick to the small of her back eyes of rose colored crystal lips of a warm winters twilight full and moist loving the way they part just the tiniest bit a perfect neck narrow and sleek the indention at the collar with the faintest vein some would not like what others see as imperfection I see as endearing and unique her full breast the color of strawberry cream smooth like a whisper they sway as she breaths her breathing makes hast her nipples they harden and stand to the tune of her breath her desire inside her is knocking coming to play setting the brush aside both hands glide down her waist chill bumps appear between her legs she teases she gasps as she enters spreading her thighs to get deeper she hurries her pace it's been so long and she's lonely she needs this release she usually doesn't do this because of the guilt so when she does it's because her heat burns and can no longer wait her ****** is magnificent the face she makes one of sweet pain her body trembles riding the pleasure the pleasure she hates I wish I could speak and ask about her day I'd tell her I love her that I will protect her that everything will be okay but I can't I'm cursed I can't speak a word all I can do is watch her and love her as she looks at her reflection in the mirror her reflection in me