Her body is stunning. Very curvy. She's a little on the slim side, slimmer than me, but she doesn't look like she's starving. She always wears the cutest outfits. Skirts, leggings, and tank-tops in a wide array of vibrant colors. And she has some of the best tattoo work I have ever seen. Hers make me hate mine. Mine are simple little stars above my vagina and on each side of my hips. She has a dragon on the side of her left leg that goes from her ankle, almost to her hip, angel wings on her shoulder blades (not the generic angel wings, either, these are very well designed and amazingly intricate), and a quarter-sleeve of and underwater scene with coral, sea turtles, and clown fish. She looks like an art museum when she's naked. A very sexy, seductive, tasty art museum.
God damn! Just talking about her drives me wild.
I don't know why I came on here to post this. I guess I just have to get all this happiness out somehow. I can talk to her about it, but I can't talk to anyone else about it, and I just want to scream at the top of my lungs how amazing Taylor makes me feel. I have never been with someone who cares for me as much as she does, makes me laugh as much as she does, or tells me how great she thinks I am as much as she does. On top of that, I have never had better sex in my life. But that's the least important part of being with her. She treats me right. She cares about me more than she cares about herself. I don't expect that from her, but as much as I try, I can't stop her. She wants me to be that happy.
I seriously think I am falling in love.
<3 Sarah <3
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