Rapide

My mother was a beautiful woman to look at. Her porcelain skin glowed with a soft, ethereal luminescence, a kiss from the moon itself. Her lips were full and lush, painted a soft pink that was inviting and sexy. Her eyes were a deep, mysterious blue, as though they contained the secrets of the universe, but they sparkled with warmth and love. She had short blond hair. She moved, her slender, toned physique on display, her slender, bare, seductive goddess body accentuating her curves in a way that was both tantalizing and reassuring. There was something undeniably sexy about the way she carried herself, graceful and confident, and radiating an aura of sexual desire and sensual lust that was impossible to ignore. And even now when I think of her beauty I feel a great yearning and love for her, because her beauty is not only on the outside but is in the very core of her being.