Touching her is like touching Heaven. Her skin, the light color of it, sends warm chills up my spine. My hands gently trace her shoulders, and she lifts her green eyes to meet mine.
She smiles and runs her thumb over my bottom lip. I kiss it.
My lover tastes like Heaven, sweet and euphoric. She's addictive like coffee or chocolate. I kiss her forehead and take in the scent of her red hair. Guess what I detect.
Heaven.
I pull her close and run my fingers through her feathers, kissing her as I do.
This woman is Heaven.