Brown, warm eyes. Black messy hair.
Nice full lips formed a shy smile.
And she admired him more with every single heartbeat she lost in her life. She could swear she hears a deep nice voice everytime she looked at him and she imagined how his breath would feel on her skin, his lips on hers and his hands on every little part of her body.
His eyes seemed to look for her, they were searching for something real and something big. Exactly what she could offer.
She tried to answer to this lust, from his eyes. Only for one second. Then she turned her back and walked a way from that painting that represented only a simple memory that should have been forgotten.