Still Loving You

He walked into the room. The smell was a light hint of her perfume. It made him think back, back to all the memories they had created together. He looked at her. Her long brown hair, blue eyes, and smooth milky skin. How beautiful he remembered her from their youth. She was still beautiful, but beauty changes over time. Now it was the beauty of a mature woman.

A woman having given birth to his four children. As she leaned over the bassinet of the youngest, his son, he smiled. The way she smiled at their son, the love she gazed upon him. It made her beauty gleam, and he wanted to take her in his arms.

It was erotic to him as well. For she stood there, having just bathed, in her black lace tanga panties. Her skin still seemed to shine a little from being wet in the bath. It was as smooth as baby skin with lotion drenching every pore hungering of thirst. The sweet smell of the lotion made his mind sink into smells of pure sexual lust. Every curve he could see, every scent he could smell