Her olive skin is flawless. She looks at me with her dazzling champagne - brown eyes and I melt. When she opens her mouth to speak, I can’t get my eyes off her sensuous, pouting lips. I can’t find any fault in this perfect creature. She’s every man’s dream, I should be thanking the gods. With her velvet-black languid eyelashes she blinks softly, as if waiting for me to say something. But I’m dumbfounded. She’s not the woman I saw in the photo. What happened to the woman I fell in love with? Plain Jane is who I want.
Jennifer Duncan
1/7/2022 08:20:44 pm
Clever turn-about.
Sue Clayton
2/7/2022 06:49:08 am
Perfection is always flawed. Good to settle for something a little less. Comments are closed.
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