When we're together, I'm no longer shy about kissing her. Or sticking my hands down her pants. Teehee.

I have become familiar with the ins and outs of her body. I know what to touch, how to touch it and when to do it.

I love her.

Weeks ago we were lying in her bed as saturday afternoon bled into evening. The room grew dark but she had her bedside lamp on. I rose to go to the bathroom.

At the door, I turned to look at her. She was nude, stretched out on her back, one arm behind her head. She looked like some woman from an oil painting.

Every curve of her body glowed in the soft light. And believe me, her curves are incredible -- though seldom seen in the massive bulk of her baggy clothing.

She is a raphaelite goddess.

With septum and labret piercings.