_____by Cynteria

I'm in my room. Undressed. There is a mirror. I look, look at my hair always
styled......my eyes, kind of happy, kind of sad. my nose a family trait. My
mouth, full lips, pouting, smiling. I wonder what you see when you look at
me. I look at my breast, nipples dark and full, not full as they used to be
but still beautiful. I look at the thickness around my waist, wonder if you
care if there are evidence of childbearing years, to me it's beautiful. I
look at the bush between my legs a little bit of gray hair here and there, I
wonder if you look at it will you think I'm old ......to me it's beautiful. I
feel the moistening in between my legs feels the same as if I were sixteen, I
taste my finger it taste good to me, I wonder if it will taste the same to
you. I move down to my thighs, thicker than years before but still strong, I
feel them, feels good to me, I wonder how they will feel to you. My legs not
long but long enough to wrap around you, strong enough to hold you close to
me, I love them, I wonder will you love them like I do, My feet nice and
neat, cared for........I love them, wondering will you love them too. Through
all the years, all the hard times all the good times, I may not be perfect
but I am beautiful.......I hope that you can see that too.

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