Descriptive Writing
Descriptive Writing
She is a beautiful young woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair is a midnight black color; it almost reminded him of the color of the night sky as he looks through a window. As he looked at her hair he notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. His eyes are drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small of her back. He remembered running a hand through her hair and it felt as though he was touching some of the finest silken fabric ever woven. Soft and almost liquid like, her hair seems to flow over his fingers like water as he touched it. He finds himself wanting to bury his face in her hair, as if to hide from the world and all the problems it holds for him on a daily basis. As he looked at, and touched her hair it seems to take grasp of his mind and deny him of any other thoughts about anything else going on around him. Her beautiful face is demanding of attention. Its high cheekbones calling his eyes to the statuesque bone structure underlying its gentleness. She has been graced with a look that could be that of royalty. Her tight, rose colored lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss. The slight hints of moisture on her lips making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they are really a reflection on the waters of a pond and not really a part of her at all. They seem to call out to him, beckoning him to lean in and press his lips against hers. Her molten golden eyes staring back at him as though to pierce his very soul and derive his thoughts and feelings. He could see the different shades of gold streaking through her eyes, making them appear to be alive just as fire does when it moves and flickers. They appear to cast a spell on him causing him to neglect all else and freeze in a state of mystification. Her skin is creamy white, like the color of
She is a beautiful young woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Her hair is a midnight black color; it almost reminded him of the color of the night sky as he looks through a window. As he looked at her hair he notice the way the light catches in it and it shimmers as it flows with her every move. His eyes are drawn to the fact that her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small of her back. He remembered running a hand through her hair and it felt as though he was touching some of the finest silken fabric ever woven. Soft and almost liquid like, her hair seems to flow over his fingers like water as he touched it. He finds himself wanting to bury his face in her hair, as if to hide from the world and all the problems it holds for him on a daily basis. As he looked at, and touched her hair it seems to take grasp of his mind and deny him of any other thoughts about anything else going on around him. Her beautiful face is demanding of attention. Its high cheekbones calling his eyes to the statuesque bone structure underlying its gentleness. She has been graced with a look that could be that of royalty. Her tight, rose colored lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss. The slight hints of moisture on her lips making them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they are really a reflection on the waters of a pond and not really a part of her at all. They seem to call out to him, beckoning him to lean in and press his lips against hers. Her molten golden eyes staring back at him as though to pierce his very soul and derive his thoughts and feelings. He could see the different shades of gold streaking through her eyes, making them appear to be alive just as fire does when it moves and flickers. They appear to cast a spell on him causing him to neglect all else and freeze in a state of mystification. Her skin is creamy white, like the color of