Masterpiece

She was beautiful in every way that the sky at night was beautiful, and was as equally as attractive as a sunrise on the beach. Both scenic images he could never help but stare at, and in a similar manner he couldn’t help but stare at her.

It was the way she looked at him that caught his attention, eyes honeyed and warm, a teasing glint in her eyes that seemed to laugh along with her carefree visage. Or maybe the way that she smiled, minx-like and wide as if she was calling to him, only him, through the welcoming expression on her face.

She walked like she knew she was beautiful, long stride showing off stunning legs and a sway to her hips that sent a vicious flush along his cheekbones at the sight. Her clothes were by no means revealing, but they showed enough, shorts ending halfway up her thighs that showcased the golden-brown tone of molten sugar on her skin.

Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his eye with a sultry smile, brushing a long, silky strand of dark hair behind her ear as she did so. His breath caught in his throat, eyes fixated on the dimple on the left side of her face that somehow made her more attractive than previously thought possible. Chocolate hair lined her face like a picture frame lines a masterpiece, for that was exactly was she was.

Untouchable and so beautiful that it felt surreal: a masterpiece.