The right man behind a strong woman

Her confidence is in her jeans that fit her curves so tight. She holds the glance of her lover with the fading of the light. It trickles down her back and illuminates her thighs.

She wears it like her skin, her pride reflects within the eyes reflecting back in his. He holds her in the warmth of covers, under the fall of a steaming shower, in the cold rain in February, he holds her.

Created in an image but her's is all he see's. Lust shed like autumn leaves and in it's place love grows. Held by her own but in him her confidence grows.