Beauty

His breath faltered as she came ever closer, her head barely moving as she glided with such natural grace. Her beautiful dark brown eyes were kind yet firm, their attractiveness focusing on him made him want to look down at his feet, yet at the same time it made him want to never let go. Her eyes were like the rarest sunset; her voice, the sweetest fruit and her hair… the way it danced freely in the breeze was entrancing, as if it had a mind of its own, shimmering in the strong midday sun. As the wind rippled her ornate dress, her shapely figure was made more apparent as the dress clung to her luscious curves. She was perfect: full lips that looked softer than velvet, and a smile that made him want to faint. She was pure beauty and a sight to behold, his jaw hanging slightly agape as he stared.

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