Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


Lord Byron put it best when he wrote these lines. What is beauty in a woman? Is it the way she walks? Is it the way the light hits her hair when she turns to you in the morning after laying, spent, in your arms all night? What is your definition of beauty? Can you see the beauty in the two of us locked tight together for a few moments of uninhibited bliss? The way your hands touch the curve of my hips, the dip in my waist, and the soft swell of my breast is beauty in and of itself. Two bodies together, meshing, and learning one another. It’s the best way for two people to connect, and to discover that beauty.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

Can you imagine me next to you? My dark eyes roaming over your body, my fingers playing lightly down your chest, teasing you. My tongue dipping out, licking, tasting, learning the flavor of you. Can you imagine the silk of my thigh as you spread them with your fingers, the taste of my flesh on your tongue as you make your way up to the center of my heat. The intense pleasure of you tasting me, is that beauty? Is the writhing of my body beneath your mouth, your hands, and your body the definition of beauty? Is this picture as irresistible to you as it is to me? I want to see the beauty in the moment when we collide. I want to watch your face as you explode, and the beauty of our collision is felt for moments, eons, after we meet.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!


Consider finding beauty, and passion with me. Let us discover the meaning of Lord Byron’s Poem “She walks in Beauty” together.

Until We Meet...

xoxoxo,
Your Rockstar Barbie Doll
Krista Starr
www.kristastarr.com
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