A LOVE STORY

Art by MOrtiz IG: _miiart_

She is the most beautiful woman in the world. And she’s mine.

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and, as is her habit, she’s lying down on the soft brown couch in the living room, reading a book. The sunlight filters in through the light green curtains, bathing her face with a brilliance that could only be described as ethereal.

I look at her from the end of the couch. She smiles softly, probably from a funny moment in her book or maybe just from the enjoyment of reading a well-crafted novel. She gently arches her back, adjusts her body on the couch, and keeps on reading. I keep on watching her.

To describe her is almost impossible. And it wasn’t just because of the way she looked. It was also about the way she moved, and the way she smelled. She moved like the early morning mist cajoling roses to slowly open up their buds. She smelled like summer holidays, filled with vibrant life and the promise of even better days to come.

Oh, and when she touched me…there could be no greater joy. Sometimes, when we lay side-by-side, her hand slowly caressing me, I would totally lose myself in a world where only her hand existed. Cuddling was a given every night, with her soft snoring lulling me into the night’s sweet embrace.

She giggles softly. It sounds like the tinkling of fairy bells, with a generous helping of pixie joy. Her lips curves provocatively and her eyes twinkle like the living diamonds that they were.

I couldn’t stand it anymore so I slowly crawl over. She’s so engrossed in her book that she doesn’t even notice me. I come so close to her that I could see the fine soft hair on her silken leg. I take one more look at her beautiful face and make my move.

“Bruno! What are you doing?” she squeals. “Stop humping my leg, you bad dog!”