Bare Skin

Perfection.

Not a wrinkle, not a single vein.

Not a single goosbump or scar.

Smoothness, fairness.

Uncomprehendable beauty.

Surreal.

Soft as cream,

clean as water.

Pure as white snow.

Naked.

Laying as still as a tree without the summer breeze.

Holding the pose like a marble statue.

Hair flowing, sunshine warming her flawlessness.

This is the epitome of my life's purpose.

This woman, her stillness.

Her perfection.

The bare skin.