...her skin is what stood out to me and the way she wore it.

i thought to myself: how can i pay homage to the richness of its beauty? i'll write in a letter. it is as if her skin spoke foreign language i did not understand but still wanted to listen to what it had to say - music to my ears and a beautiful gift for my eyes. i wonder how her skin would react to a soft gentle touch, or if it likes it a bit rough. however if her skin reacts positively to a gentle touch, then i would treat it as a delicate thin notepaper to write the many tails of my love. i would imagine it to have the texture just as a peach pit. i envision brown richness shinning bright and being loud as a banging drum under the sun and as soft as a young fruit being protected by the shade. i feel power, protection and beauty emerging for Her.

**Revised by innerG