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She was gorgeous. That was the first thing that I noticed about her. Probably 5' 6” at the most. Small frame, maybe 120 pounds soaking wet, something I'm sure many of you would love to see at that. Lightish auburn hair fell to the middle of her back, straight as a bone. It had little volume to it, the strands being so thin themselves. Bangs fell across one side of her face, partially covering her eye in an ever so seductive manner. Oh, and speaking of eyes, such shimmering green ones have you never seen before. A lovely green, passionately filled to the brim with her fiery personality. One gaze into them would put anyone water her hypnotic spell. They were framed by long and luscious lashes, topped by perfectly portrayed brows. Her proportionate face was perfectly smooth and soft to the touch. Lips neither full nor thin were the outskirts of her dazzling smile that always shone so greatly. She hates her freckles though, spots that pepper her nose and cheeks. I personally adore them, for which she would probably give me grief. Her body is purely angelic. Her clavicles (over pronounced in her gorgeous eyes) provide a sultry introduction to her petite, yet curvy frame. The smoothness of her face continues to all of her body. Her thin frame gives way to more strength than you would give her credit for; but I know better. Her hands are perfect against my face, caressing my head and neck, strongly rubbing my back and shoulders, but most flawless when holding mine. She always feels her back is slightly slouched and curved, but no one notices, and even I can barely see it. Her spine and ribs are always visible, but not in a gaunt, unhealthy fashion. Even her bones feel soft to my touch. Her chest is of perfect size, regardless of what she thinks; it is really of no consequence in the overall picture. The smoothness of her abs is capped off by her perfect belly button, and who knew such a thing could exist. Her frame curves back into lovely hips, which lead into a quite amazing butt, as she would undoubtedly proclaim herself, and who am I to disagree. Her legs are just as soft as the rest of her, and still equally as beautiful, the perfect length to go with the rest of her body. Only the scars on her knees could arguably mar her figure, to which she may agree, while I, however, vehemently deny; they tell the story of her body, making her irrevocably herself. And to cap the head-to-toe view is just that: her toes. Well, her feet in general, crafted to grace the earth with her perfection of beauty. Beautiful feet lead into beautiful toes, lending balance and closure to her well-defined arches. That is the abridged tale of her glorious looks. I could easily go on and describe every square inch of her body since I am only at half the words a true picture is worth. But a description of all angelic details is most likely far too much to divulge into. No amount of paper would be able to contain the descriptions of perfection that was handcrafted by God Himself and miraculously sent into my life. And if her beauty would take that many pages, the outstanding nature of her soul would take so many more. My life is truly amazing thanks a great deal to the presence of my soul mate: Sarah Elizabeth Mallough.