raininjuarez:She has a public beauty. The one she shares with you, on the street and in the shops an
raininjuarez:She has a public beauty. The one she shares with you, on the street and in the shops and when she is at work. Her luminous skin, her radiant smile. All the tapers and the curves and the things she sets gently in motion. Hints beneath fabric that entice, and ignite imagined pleasures. She likes that you look, and she dresses with that in mind. But she has a different beauty she saves for me. A private beauty. Her breasts and her sex, yes, and the arc where her bottom meets her thigh, but also her scars and her moles and the marks that tell the stories of her life. Pale trails left by pounds lost and gained and lost again. A history of her written in skin. She thinks they are imperfections. She shies from them, hides them as best she can, and when I pause to consider them, when I kiss them and nibble at them, she seems puzzled. But they are inseparable from who she was and is, and they are perfect to me. [Please do not remove the caption from this post. Thank you] -- source link