The dress is blue, made out of a soft-something that swishes as she makes her way across the dance floor. Her eyes lock straight on mine, and observe with such intensity that I imagine she can see straight into me, and listen to the thoughts running through my head. At this thought, I turn a light crimson.
She wouldn't walk like that if she knew what I was thinking.
I watch her, mesmerized. She's unlike any other girl that has ever graced my vision. It's not just her appearance, the perfect curve of her waist, the shading in the hollow of her neck, the blue, blue? hair that curls gently, pinned up, the face which bears no makeup, the lips, oh Jesus, the lips that curve and pout. My pulse races to imagine how nicely those full delicious lips would easily fit with mine. It's not just all of that, but how she carries herself, walking as if rolling upon waves, head held high, mouth curved into an easy, gentle smile. She walks like a goddess.
Lord, who is this woman? Already I feel myself weak and shaky. A fire ignites within me. I need her. I will have her. I will- Suddenly I have no room to think, because she's right there, and those perfect, tempting lips are opening, and I brace myself, as if every word will tie me here, in this moment, the only things keeping me from floating off into space…
"Hello…" She delicately lifts her aqua eyes to meet my own. "I'm Michiru." I release the breath I've been holding, letting her voice echo in my head like a beautiful song.
Michiru. Michiru. MICHIRU.
My Goddess.
AN; Hello, Loves. Short and Simple, I know, but this was a long time coming. If you liked this, check out my other stories. Thank you. (:
