Six months ago...
Large thin fingers with decent glowing nails of a pale arm crawled on his naked chest from the back. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, white laces of the bed pillars were dancing in the air as if ghosts.
The man was one of the most gorgeous beings that existed. His slender figure spotless, his jet black silky hair shining, landed on his shoulders.
His eyes were as dark as the night sky above and his distant face with the full lips that sketched on it could make every breath come to its gasp, making chests mound.
His eyes were emotionless and the gem between his eyebrows was glowing red. His dry complexion was speaking of vague unreadable words. Words that didn't belong in this world. If it wasn't forbidden for a woman to write poems, she would write so many for this man.
Her sharp pointy chin rested on his shoulder, and her lips brushed on his neck, leaving butterfly kisses.
"Stop it!"
