I was working on something deeply profound and religious, but got bored, so I did this. Enjoy

She seems to have no fat on her body at all save for two parts, in her legs and ass, though only just enough to eliminate only the minor muscle striations of the perfectly toned body below, and in her cheeks which are as marvelously pink as the shirt that drapes her perfectly proportioned shoulders clinging effortlessly to the two tantalizingly supple breasts accenting the angelically firm stomach underneath. Her eyes, deep brown, show simultaneously the most cushioning softness capturing your heart, and the most piercing intensity locking dead to your lusting thoughts, yet refusing to care. Are matched equally in hue by her hair, pulled back to show the perfect symmetry of her ears, bringing you back down to her cheeks where the fat spreads flawlessly, forming the background for the most amazing part yet, her lips. Surrounding only the slightest portion of her top row of her teeth they capture entirely the joy she is overcome with to simply see you. They glisten in the light. The glistening catches your gaze, it moves almost rhythmically with the rocking of the ceiling fan above you. A creak from the fan averts your attention upward for a mere nanosecond, an amount of time in which your eyes don’t move, yet your mind comes to a thousand realizations at once and you are crippled by the newly present truth that this wonderful creature is not looking at you, but instead at her lover, whom she pictures in her thoughts as she stares stunningly into the digital camera she used to immortalize this image eight months ago. You do all you can to keep the tears welled up inside, but as they come through your gut falls, your eyes drop into nothingness, and your mind wonders around your miserable, down-trodden, pitiful excuse of a life and the reasoning behind your very presence. Nothing feels happier now then the thought of warming your gun while your finger toys the trigger pining nothing more than to end your pathetic existence, plummeting you back into nothing. At least in nothing you won’t have to deal with the pain of knowing there is no one else to share even your best of moments with. At least in nothing you can’t be faced with the harsh reality that your existence remains a mystery to the world. At least in nothing you can’t feel this pain. The barrel feels ice cold against your skin, you can’t tell if it’s the temperature, or the pressure of the moment weighing in on the situation, but regardless it pushes you further. As your finger caresses the trigger you take one final glimpse at the picture on your computer screen, though now all you see is the reflection of the perverted wretch you are. The click of the barrel never reaches your ears. Sound is vacuumed out. Enough of your Brain remains attached to its stem instead of the wall to take one final sweeping glimpse of your room, everything seems to be in order, it’s 3AM. You smile.