Ok, this is horrible. I'm embarrassed to post it, but here ya go...(202 words, roughly)


She’s so unforgettable and I love her.

Her hair shimmers like gold dust in a lake of fire, thick tresses falling gracefully upon pale shoulders. Her curvaceous body moves like liquid, with an easy flowing fluidity that oozes primal sensuality.

Indeed, her most intoxicating quality is the comfort with which she resides within her skin, unabashed and unashamed of exuding her every want, her every need, her every desire.

And I am drunk.

So when she whispers her secrets into my ear, or carelessly brushes an arm against my breast, I tremble with electricity and short, hot breaths escape my lungs.

I want her for myself. She is my desire.

But a carnal aura so illuminating cannot be contained for just one person. For it is as rare and as beautiful as a white tiger and should never be kept locked up for singular amusement.

Jealousy overtakes me. As its green grip tightens around my throat, I realize that what I had, what I want is now tarnished. I am dulled beyond recognition.

And so, to rescue sanity, my head insists, “She’s so forgettable.”

But my heart and body refuse to listen, because…

She’s so unforgettable and I love her.