She wasnt young but she wasnt old. Pretty, soft, chocolate hair and daring emerald eyes.
I personally had always preferred them with icy cold blue eyes. It made them seem as distant as I am.
She was different though, that emerald warmth pulled you in like and enchanted forest until you were so lost you could never find your way out again. They just stared innocence and life at you. They were the ultimate weapon, how could anyone, even me, keep an icy distance from the life they so innocently offerend.
Her soft curves and concervative clothing were just dangerous additions to the already alluring female. I had to wonder if she knew? She looked young enough to be honestly innocent and yet old enough to take advantage of her natural beauty.
There was a point in life not long ago when I thought there was no such thing as natural beauty aside from nature herself. Looking at her, one would think mother nature made her in her very own image.
Soon if I do not put my attentions else where she is going to open her very full yet delicate lips and speak. That could only go one of two ways: Her voice could be the perfect pitch like soft water flowing over smooth rocks in a summer spring, something you could drown in, or, she might speak and break the spell, if she spoke with a voice like every other female she would most definately lose her allure.
I did not like to think that I wasnt quite ready for either to happen.
Apparently I have taken too long contemplating her appearence and more. She is leaving, turning to wander away without haveing spoken and I am left still overly curious and unsatisfied with only a small wave good bye and a shy smile. Confirming her innocence is honest and unaware.
I had not been aware that creatures such as herself still walked our not so humble earth.
So this is just a snipet of something ive been thinking of doing. Would really love some feedback on this little portions sounds.
Charley
