Your Imperfections

I started writing stories yesterday. Here's what I have so far:

Concupiscence propelling my curious fingers to caress her ivory skin- across her thigh, tracing the crevices in her palm, across her half-exposed midriff. We lied facing each other, my head propped against my hand and her face partially buried in her fair upper arm. Her thoughts were as limpid as fog. She made no move to stroke my aching, lecherous limbs. My dark haired, blue eyed, pearly darling. I couldn’t perceive her. Her body was frigid under my amorous touch.

Avoiding meeting her eyes, I followed the patterns and of my hands. She reached out elegantly and tenderly grasped my chin. The unexpected movement jerked my gaze until it met with hers. Her heart shaped lips, the hue of a budding rose, greeted the pink flesh of mine. Overcome with salacious passion, her body glided over to mine and soon she was on top of me, her candy lips locked with mine. Such carnal pleasures induced my loins to quiver and tremble with libidinous enthusiasm.

These photos are not mine, click on them.

Also, check out my friend Kat's blog post about the relationship between the fashion industry and eating disorders. She was kind enough to ask me my opinion on the matter. :)