Blonde on Blonde

She always dreamed of a feeling like this.

Temptation, Trepidation, a consuming joy that encompassed all that was right and wrong.

She gazed at the dizzying beauty of the woman before her, taking in the feast for her senses with no hesitation.

Fire red lips mimicked the raging flames that burned beneath her skin. Porcelain skin was tainted by the flush of desire and a delicious smirk was painted on her lips.

Oh how she was divine, this perfect display of Blonde on blonde.

Bouncing curls of sunlight tumbled down the meadow of snow that was the skin on her back, and the peaks of her bones jutted out from behind the tissue paper skin.

She was the perfection that shouldn't be allowed to live. She was the divine beauty and grace of the Holy Mother and the sin and evil that was The Devil.

And she was hers.

Reviews

[Relic]

I like your creativity in this. Her description was deep and full of eclectic traits but unique. I thought about the Dylan album when I saw the title.

[Amandine Grace]

Thank you very much! and yeah I attached my own meaning to the Dylan album and wrote about it haha.. I love him

[Relic]

He's great. You're welcome.

[BThomvanWart]

I read this with completely rapt attention. Your sheer description painted such a lovely, fiery image in my mind. It's fabulous.

[Amandine Grace]

Aww wow thank you so much! :')

[BThomvanWart]

You're welcome!

[A. Amos]

Interesting and capivating read, truly enjoyed thanks for sharing

[Amandine Grace]

Thank you so much :)

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome