That image of shivering skin under the faint light streaming through the window mesmerized me. Imperfections faded into the background; there were none; it was perfect in my eyes that had seen it all. As I approached slowly, my pounding heart roared beyond my control. I wanted to have it, feel it, love it, give it everything my hands could create. The erratic breath, something subtle, something deadly, addicted me. I wanted to continue; stopping now wasn't an option. Who could resist such bliss within reach? There, my restless fingers, capable of seizing the world at their whim, hesitated. Addicted to what my eyes beheld, so much beauty in one being, unique and perfect. With pink lips, hair like the sun, and beautiful freckles competing with the vast galaxies of the universe, I immersed myself in an immense visual pleasure that made me lose my sanity. His back, delicate like that of a helpless child, smooth and glossy, glowed under the limited sunlight bathing him. An angel without wings, a monument from Olympus within arm's reach of this fragile-hearted mortal. Divine, my fingers caressing his golden hair, such soft strands of pure gold. His low-profile gaze, unable to maintain contact in a journey of infinite sensations, trembled with nerves, with pleasure. I...