The idea of her was a rather horrid idea. Seeing her lye next to me, slumbering in a peaceful manner. I stare at her, my eyes trailing over her flesh, trying to find an imperfection. I bite my lip in a state of lust. She was beautiful, and yet was still a disgusting figure to see beside me. She slumbers quietly as if content with what she had done. I softly trail my hand against her flesh feeling a sensation of disgust and desire. Her eye flutter open and stare into mine. I pull myself over her holding her wrists down kissing her deeply and passionately, but in utter disgust. My perception of love is disgust yet happiness.