"You're adorable." My entire face flushes a heated crimson. "Especially when you blush." I hide my face from her, and continue walking to the slightly smaller, paneled apartments not too far from here; sneaking peaks at the porcelain skinned girl looking around, and following in my tracks. She was gorgeous.
Women in Poetry "She Is Not Fair to Outward View" She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me: O, then I saw her eye was bright.- A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold; To mine they ne’er reply; And yet I cease not to behold The love light in her eyes: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are! "She Is Not Fair to Outward View" by Hartley Coleridge She is not fair to outward view, Line 1: Her visage is not pleasant for external perception. As many maidens be; Line 2: As unmarried women are; Her loveliness I never knew Line 3: Having beauty that appeals to the emotions as well as the eyes I never grasped. Until she smiled on me: Line4: Up to the time where she showed a pleasant disposition to me.
“Natalie, glad to go shopping with you. You got it going on, girl-friend.” “Thanks, I know.” “Where’s the modesty, diva?” I laughed in her favor. I chuckled at her sassy ways and sympathized with her new attitude, preferring to see her finally a stylish trooper and not a victim as she had been in the past by coward-esteem-deficient simpleton punks whom are merely lashing out. “Modesty, you say. I lost it in transit, dear, and on my way to this point in my life, I grew scales.
Beautiful… “Do you know what jealous means and how it feels?” I shook my head and made a request like she always does in the class, “define.” She grinned and took my hand to join hers in a firm warm grip. “When heart refused to see what the brain is trying to show, it feels like a volcano about to burst.” She smiled, showing her nice set of white teeth. I would kiss those fresh sexy smiles all day if she allows me. “You are full of art and philosophies.” “Are you happy to spend an evening with her?” “I don’t know, Rina… all I know is I don’t expect anything, even if she would forget again or giving an excuse, it doesn’t matter to me.” “How do you feel about Sophia, honestly?” “I like her. She is a good teacher, soft.
In truth it was more of a smirk. Right lip raised slightly to expose an endearing dimple beneath his moustache, his cupid's bow lips pursed so it looked like he was pouting. "I forget you are fierce, like she was." "So you know I'm not scared. It's more of a love story, anyway."
She grumbled something under her breath. He sighed softly, sitting back in the chair near the cot "I'm, Kory Zander and I'm sorry I was so rude." Petal shrugged her shoulders,"Don't be sorry. I guess you have the right to be. Im Patience St. Clair but everyone calls me Petals.” Kory laughed, " I wonder why they call you that, Miss pink hair."
It’s a shine that can’t be replicated. Her skin is milky white and perfect to touch. She has dimples on her cheeks that are obvious when she smiles, or turn red when she’s embarrassed; and there’s a single mole, a beauty mark as she calls them, on her cheek right by her lips that he loves to kiss before she falls asleep. They lie across from one another, under sheets made of velvet, watching each other, and playing with the other’s hair or skin. She smiles and laughs for no reason in particular, and he laughs back.
Sammy checks them out and describes their appearances in detail. The most appealing one, whom he names “Queenie,” becomes the very source of eroticism in his dreary life. Sammy is immediately seduced by the physical exposure of the girls from the beginning. His shallowness is well demonstrated as he values and fantasizes the girls over their bodily features. There was this chunky one, with the two-piece—it was bright green and the seams of the bra were still sharp and her belly was still pretty pale so I guessed she just got it (the suit)—there was this one, with one of those chubby berry-faces, the lips all bunched together under her nose.
Her beauty almost made me forget everything that was happening. She has a devilish grin on her face and her eyes twinkled in delight. “After that dinner I’m sure everyone would prefer something sweeter.” My expression turns to confusion. “What do you mean?” I ask. Under her coat she holds a box.