Chatlotte mckee and me...

part 3

Her blood red lips, shaped perfectly to caress, her immaculate skin and perfect eyebrows. Her eyes. The way she stared at me and me at her. Her messily perfect hair. Her body. Her legs. Her feet her hands her arms. Her. Just her. Raw, pure beauty embodied in a great personality and, believe it or not, sitting across from me. And, most importantly, open to be  loved. Don't fuck it up.