I stare her down head to toe.
Our eyes meet.
Her face is round, and fair.
Her lips in a resting frown.
My eyes walk down her figure, from her proud shoulders to her delicate toes.
I follow her silhouette, admiring the way her hefty thighs support her strong hips.
Her chest laying prominently on her small waist.
Her hair rests messily atop her head, each strand framing her face effortlessly.
Her nose is straight and rounded, perfectly balancing her arched brows.
Our eyes lock a second time.
She's smiling.
It's about damn time.
This was just a short little blub I wrote.... this girl is me, in case you weren't sure.
