She was a green eyed goddess, pretty as a picture, but not common place, pretty like a work of art, her peaches and cream complexion as fresh as any English rose.
Ringlets of flaming red cascaded down on to her ivory skin, skin as pale and smooth as fine porcelain.
As she grew nearer a cloud enveloped him like he was in a room of exotically fragranced orchids, a perfume which left him heady and breathless.
Though as she approached, she let the fine silk gown fall to the floor, and she was naked before him and he almost forgot to breathe as he revelled in her nakedness.
Her breasts moved in harmony with her hips as she grew ever closer, and her figure was as pale as a ghost, but for a triangle of vivid red and nipples of the palest pink.
As she stood before him close enough for him to feel her breath she smiled and her cheeks were aglow with a scarlet apples blush and then she kissed him in a sweet tender prelude to the fiery passion that would follow and when they lay panting and spent in the afterglow it was passions bloom upon the cheek of the green eyed goddess.
