Dear little Girl
Do you know why I call you that? It’s because you have such fine and delicate features and such beautiful skin, that you look innocent, like a little girl. But you are a women, and decidedly so. And so calling you a little girl is a little bit naughty, don’t you think?
I love knowing that behind those beautiful features and those soft hazel green eyes is a woman smolders and burns. Part of your charm is that behind those eyes that are so kind, burns an intense spark that stabs and wounds me so much so that I am always at fault for not listening, because I am usually caught watching.
I love the delicate little lines at the corners of your eyes. They give away so much of you, highlighting your sexy little grin when your being a tease, and how in the summer they are always lighter than the rest of you tanned face because you are always smiling, and charming everyone near you. Your smile is always perfect from that sexy grin you give me when you say you’re not wearing any panties, to the loud laughter that awakens the hearts of all the men that hear it. I always forget if you wore braces or not because your smile is so perfect that it makes me think you must have. I don’t think you did, but as I said, I watch when I should listen. (Scold me if you must).
Your smile is framed with pink lips that are so delicious, so soft and pliable, so inviting that I want to always feel them forever against my lips as I taste and gently bit them as we play, our mouths together as happy as the last nights of spring break.
And those bright and cheery dimples that flash and light when you share a special smile. They slay me over and over, again and again. And not simple little dimples, three little complex dimples piled upon each other side by side each waiting to light up when you grin. Dimples that are echoed by those just above your hips, the perfect thumb holds to celebrate an evening with while you laugh and giggle.
Your cheek bones and cute little pointy nose are the envy of all beautiful women who want the perfect smile and perfect face. Always there with a blush to them that highlights your innocence and your charm. When I see them in profile I want to touch my grumpy old nose against the tip of your perfect little nose.
I love the line of your jaw, how clean and smooth it is to your chin and how I think of resting my cheek there to whisper in your delicate ear hoping to tease you as you so often have teased me.
I have a picture of you in a white V-neck blouse with big red dots that you took for me with my camera. You looked so sexy that I asked you to take a picture of your titties for me and you did! One of those pictures has four or five wisps of hair that have caught across your face. You would occasionally brush them aside so naturally that you didn’t even know it was mesmerizing to watch and see.
The picture could not have been more beautiful if it had been staged. Your long blond hair frames your face and teases me when I look at it. Telling me that your far too beautiful for simple pictures to be anything but lovely.
Your eyebrows looks so soft that I want to feel them brush across my lips because lips are so tender and so alive to touch, so I can feel their delicate brush as I kiss your ageless brow with all of its gentle and tender little features.
You are a completely perfect beauty and I am taken back again and again each time I see you in person. I’m sorry that I stare J not that you scold me too often ,but I do get accused of not listening to you on occasion, but its all your fault you know that I am too often captivated by you to listen. Especially when I watch your mouth move and the beauty of you face come alive with the words you speak.
I want to touch your face with the soft pads of my fingers and with my cheeks and with my lips and with my hungry mouth. I will never be complete until you once again share yourself with me and until I have kissed your pink and tender lips with my lips and wet my appetite with yours.
I love You Catnip