She was splayed across the bed, naked, glorious and wonderful; to my eye anyway. Looking upon her face I could see it struggle with all of her insecurities. She hated how she looked. I wish I could get her to just see herself through my eyes for just five minutes, she would never feel that way ever again. I have my own set of insecurities, to be sure, but when I feel her eyes upon me, they all melt away. I guess she has had too many lovers whose eyes lied to her to believe mine fully.
The soft lighting made her skin almost glow, or perhaps it was her skin that made the lighting seem softer. She saw herself overweight, I saw before me a voluptuous creature that stoked a desire within me to burning. I saw flesh I wanted to touch and caress and worship. I saw a woman that could make me hard just by walking into the bedroom and seeing her on display in such a way.