Before You See Her Naked

I know she is wonderful. It’s the reason why you fall in love in the first place.

I know that she has the face of an angel. The eyes that mirror the whole cosmos. Eyes you simply get lost in. And a voice that makes the 9th symphony seem like a nursery rhyme. I know how her hair fits perfectly between your fingers as you brush them, how soft and gentle her skin is every time you slide your fingertips against it. I know how irresistible her warmth is, how your arms meld into the warmth of her waists. Can’t seem to let go of that embrace. Can’t seem to remove your face from the sweet scent of her neck. I know the taste of her lips—a taste so indescribable—a bittersweet sensation—nonetheless, a taste you’ll always long for…

But before you lift her shirt and see her naked, do this.