We met at a bar it was a very charming encounter.

I like to lips I like her lips. She like my smile. Her eyes gleamed into mine eye is flooded. My heart beat more my pulse beat it like a butterfly I could smell the breath of perfume in my mouth and the prickly mess of the hair along my eyebrows the soft skin gestures, imagining the texture of a skin the feeling of her touch the softness of her face and her intention