Porcelain

Her skin was pale and sprinkled with freckles everywhere. I could run my fingers across her pale porcelain skin for days. I could count the freckles that can be found all over her body. Everything about her was perfect she even smelled perfect. Often I find myself pressing my lips to her skin just to taste it and just so I can smell her sweet scent of coconut. If I close my eyes I can still see her lying next to me, even if she was miles and miles away. I look over at her to find her staring at me with big green eyes that seem to be confused on why I’m staring at her. I don’t say anything I just smile at her and press my lips to her warm skin that covers her shoulder. I keep looking up at her wondering if she is going to say anything to me, or tell me to stop and leave her alone, but she doesn't. She just smiles at me and grabs my hand and brings it up pouty lips. I pull my lips away from her shoulder and just stare at her. I want to tell her I love her, but I know this simple moment of intimacy between us lets her know that do love her. I also know that she loves me.