Florence, Italy
She laid there in the nude while I stood there, watching. Her elbow rested on her pillow, her hand on her hip, her blonde, curly hair flowing. Her eyebrows were pencil thin but perfect. She was angelic. Absolutely angelic.
I thought to put my hands on her face. I felt her skin in the palms of my hands. She was soft. So incredibly soft. Her stare pierced my eyes. I couldn't keep myself from her fix.
I knew her instantly, as if she existed only for me to notice. ...