The Portrait of a Naked Girl

She laid there naked. On the floor between the couch and the table on which a vase of red roses faced away from her, with her legs sticking to each other like that of a mermaid's sea green scaled tail. Her head resting on the clear and ripe white skin of her hands which touched each other like a prayer was to be done, over the couch. Her eyes filled with an innocence, a compulsion for love, the need and obsession for a strange sensitive but bold man. Her eyebrows showing fatigue, sadness and loss. Her lips still, lush and vulnerable, showing no emotion, making the thought of its movement towards happiness or sadness so beautiful and desirable. Her hair was a colour of brown brushed and caressed over with black.

There was a window on the wall that the couch rested its back on, from which came a moist dark light, producing a thought of dusk with gentle rains outside. I walked closer towards her over the cold tiled floor with belief enough as her faith in me. Although i was aware of the stagnant surrounding which made it so surreal, her face was the only portrait that was visible in the ethereal comfort. She made me forget all my worries, sorrows and thoughts, her being the only object of destiny in a world where she was the only one that was taught, known and perceived. Being just a heartbeat away I slowly and intimately reached towards her face and gently brushed her blushing cheek which

seemed so shy and yet giving the hand that reached her all the devotion she had. Her hair gave off a wet, filling and over-whelming scent.
Brushing her soft cheek with my thumb, I wanted to know her sorrow, her loss and all that would make me surrender myself and fall in love with her even more than that I knew of. Her eyes then gave bloom to a small, silent and stable tear which was but as unpredictable as my self-control was.
I made an attempt to merge with her body and soul by crouching and resting on my thighs and looking into her eyes, like picking a particular flower within a group of flowers and shrubs in the carefree wild. Entering her through her light brown iris and getting lost in what I would have never understood and imagined otherwise.