She follows my instructions carefully.
Very carefully.
I watch her as she removes her clothing.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Piece by piece.
Meticulously slow, so I can watch her body move as she takes off the item of clothing.
To inspect her, view her, appreciate her, enjoy her.
Enjoy what I own.
I know it turns her on as much as it does me.
By the time she gets to her panties, they are soaked through.
She stops, entirely naked.
I make a spinning motion with my fingers.
She complies.
Slowly.
She knows when in inspection mode, everything is to be done slow.
My voyeur side needs to be sated.
To watch and truly enjoy.
Those curves, the blemishes, the flaws.
I don’t want perfect.
There is no such thing.
Filters on apps, makeup, I enjoy neither.
I crave the real, the raw.
What she dislikes, is what I truly enjoy.
The things that make her vulnerable.
Her bumps, her scars, her stretch marks, her curves.
The things that make her truly beautiful as a woman.
The things that appear on her body through growth of life.
The things that come with time and age.
She turns for me.
Allows me to drink in the beauty of her womanhood.
The spectacular vision that makes up who and what she is.
Today I do not want to touch her, fuck her, use her or force her.
Today I want to just enjoy her visually.
Her beauty, her flaws, her vulnerability.
Her, as the truly beautiful woman that she is.
The exquisitely beautiful woman
That belongs to me…
