Metamorphosis.

Like a butterfly, she magically morphed in front of my eyes. Her beauty compelled me, shocked me, stunned me. I was stuck in the moment, like the time froze. Something about her eyes held my face staring directly into her eyes and making my way to her thighs. But her eyes spoke to me, spoke to me as though they had lips of their own. She wouldn't have to ask for much attention because her body already brings it to her and her smile locks that attention up and throws away the key. She's a work of art, one look and just like that I was hooked, hooked on her love. Hooked like a junkie hooked on heroine. I could not get enough of her lips, and when they touched mine a great rush of lust shot all through out my body one of the best feelings i've felt in my seventeen years of living. She doesn't even have to kiss me. I can just look in her eyes and be perfectly content. Those eyes, my oh my, those eyes have me hypnotized.