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Idontmindyouundermyskin Junior Member
since 2007-01-29
Posts 32 |
A soft young face, so curious and envoked by raw emotion. Her radiance casted a light that would draw envy from the sun itself. Light blonde hair bouncing with turn of her elegant neck. Yet innocence barely knew her name. Her lipstick, red like a fine wine, blew kisses of purity with every flick of the tounge, but her golden blue eyes told stories which spoke of troubling fun. A daunting place for such a teasing angel. Walls soaked in month old whisky and rum. Eyes darted in the dim light, watching her every move, hoping to meet hers. Never once getting a taste of a glance. Waiting was never somthing she fancied, especially in such a crude place. She lit her last cigerette which illuminated her flawless features with a light ginger glow. Her time was never something to waste, and yet she stayed for a moment. In the corner she sat, relishing in the fact that her eyes could scan her unfamiliar surroundings. She'll sit for a quarter hour longer. She was early, but he was far from late. Observing her patience from across the rancid bar he noted her exotic beauty. She reminded him instantly of a luxurious car, expensive and delicate but never driving too hard. He had time to sit as his third double scotch reached his table. The night should unfold like a sandpaper napkin. |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Great imagry... you have brought her to life. |
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Idontmindyouundermyskin Junior Member
since 2007-01-29
Posts 32 |
Thank you much. your words are kind. |
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