Flesh

Flesh

She laid there softly on the cold wrinkled bed sheets, her eyes moving, watching every single one of his movements. He began to slowly slip off each fabric of clothing. Her heart racing faster as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. Starting with his shirt, slowly moving his hands from his stomach, slipping it off of his very light tanned skin. Exposing his farmer’s tanned arms. Moving his slightly large hands onto his belt buckle, the sound of metal clinking against each other. She lay there helpless, only being able to stair at him in awe. Her heart beating heavily in her chest, slowly beginning to sit up. A smirk moving over his pale luscious lips, as she moved her small delicate hands. Grasping her shirt lightly, slowly pulling it over her pale-lighted skin.