Josh
Her eyes. Her big, dazzling, deep brown eyes shine brightly imprinted in my mind. Whenever mine shut hers appear. Truly Beautiful eyes, framed with tinted thick, lashes. Her face fills my mind. Soft blushed cheeks, a cute unique nose, perfectly shaped lips painted red in a bright happy smile. Her long thick hair falls perfectly shaping her face coloured a golden red, soft and glossy. Her body comes into focus with a fitted gold sparkling dress dazzling in the flashes of cameras. Tall, broad shouldered, large breasts, a slim waist, small hips and long slender legs fill my memory. Her leg exposed on her right for the large slipt of the dress. Knowing she was new to these sorts of events she looked so at home. Maybe this was her goal. Her dream finally fulfilled.
She was utterly astounding. Perfect but for one thing. Her date. Why should I feel jealous? Yet I couldn't help visioning myself removing her golden dress revealing the beauty underneath, only knowing someone else got the pleasure … I squeeze my head. My head full of the lust and urge, my senses come back. Work options were piling and I needed to sort out future parts I would audition for. Maybe a part could be with her, I could have another shot.
I shake my head. It was my fault and nothing could be done about it. I knew she'd win the Oscar. I could feel my brain drift back to the night. Her beautiful self and golden dress shaking in shock yet still looking amazing. Climbing up the stairs for her accepting speech she wiped a tear away. The speech was apart from the regular. Tasteful and modest as always but inspiring and insightful. The applause was ground shattering and I could feel the world stare in awe at her. For a few moments she owned the world. For a few moments she was the thought on everyone's minds. But she had never left mine.