His touch

He discovered her curves and imperfections when her naked body layed in an empty space with her eyes wide opened; frightened about what was going to happen. 

While he admired her beauty because although she didn’t know it, she was a queen with battlefield scars written all over her body. 

Every single touch , every single kiss made her rise to the top because his ways of appreciation ran through her body like the softest yet strongest rain. 

She let go of herself , she finally felt free to be seen, to be loved ;and that was the beauty of his touch.