"Your eyes are the most striking, to a casual observer.
I mean they are noticed first. The shade of green is unusual, as is
the intensity. But," she shifted her stance before me.
I did not move at all, perched as I was.
Her fingers slipped under my jaw and her thumb brushed across my cheek
like an artist assessing. Like a sculptor testing. "The true beauty
of your face is in your bones and skin. These cheekbones fascinate.
The texture of your skin demands touch. Deserves tribute."
Her face was even closer to mine now, her dark eyes still holding,
holding mine and as her lids lowered I was pierced by their caress.
Then her lips
offered up that tribute.