Helping Hand

“He had woken up in her smell, one so sweet that he became dizzy as soon as his brain had process the signals. She was gone, but her perfume had embellished the side of the bed on which she had dream. The smell of beauty he though, thinking about that smell brought her back to him in ghost like memories. Everything about her he could see; her gentile and honest smile, her deep beautiful eyes, her succulent, small, and irresistible lips, her hair who’s fragrance he could not put in words, and her face, the personification of what he has wanted for a long time. With her picture in mind, he rolled over on his stomach to breathe her fully and found himself in the way. He thought about it, and then decided to give himself a helping hand.”