Dream Girl

My dream girl would be perfect. OBVIOUSLY.

She would be my height, maybe a little taller or shorter, but no more than a couple of inches.

She would have hair past her shoulders, it would be soft and curly and smell nice. It could be any colour of the rainbow as far as I'm concerned:Brown, black, blonde, red, purple, silver. But not green.

She would have honest eyes, where I could see how she was truly feeling no matter what she said. I would be able to both fall into those eyes and also be held at a distance by their intensity. They too could be any colour although hazel eyes are gorgeous. Those eyes would look up at me smiling, full of laughter. But she wouldn't be afraid to let me see them full of tears and deep sorrow when she needed me there to hold her. When she is angry at me sparks will fly and her whole face will catch alight with her emotion. She will not need to stomp her feet because the burning of her glare would be her most powerful weapon.

Together we would fight like wildcats, exchanging spitting words and vindictive howls. Both of us, full of simmering anger that cannot be extinguished with haste. Eventually calming in our own manners, alone. Coming together for forgiveness and apologies. Accepting, forgiving, but never forgetting.

Her mouth would be small but full, so soft and sweet to kiss that our mouths melt together as we gently cup each others faces and sigh. Her teeth would be hard as they bite my lip in passion, her tongue warm and sensuous as we drown in each others taste.

The rest of her body, warm, long, smooth. She would be slender, she would be more energetic than I. She would tease me with her ability to outrun and outlaugh me.

Around others she would be restrained, bubbling energy hidden in every movement she makes. Slowly understanding my circle of friends, slowly loving them as I do. Soon with them too she would be displaying her quick wit, her sharp humour and her cheeky way of thinking. She would be smarter than I in most areas, leaving me only a few to excel at. She wouldn't hesitate to share her knowledge and our conversations would be interesting and full of genuinity.

We would make love slowly and passionately, pleasuring each other gently and lovingly, unafraid of emotions, feeling no urge to rush.

We would make love wildy and roughly, taking what we wanted without restraint and panting over each others bodies, desperate to reach the high state of climax we achieve together.

We would fall asleep in each others arms, limbs entangled and warm. Moving closer in our sleep to hold each other and whisper our love. We would wake up slowly together, stroking one another's hair from our eyes and leaning forwards to steal a goodmorning kiss.

We would each have friends of our own, but slowly through our growing trust and love, they would all get to know each other. We might not all get on, we might fight, but such is the way of all good friendships, so long as they heal.

She might have another lover, hopefully a man. I myself would have my own. We would discuss, help and understand each other, leaving no room or time for discontent. Maybe one day we would share our individual lovers, maybe one day we will leave each other.

But we would always, always stay the best of friends.