Perfection

"Its like fire around her face, eyes like a snow storm even a priest would enter, and lips that pout like the dolls my sister had in a face so milky smooth ... Cooks too I think, and a heck of a good blood line, an ass that you can gaze at for days, gives me what i want before i even think to get it, doesnt ask where i go what i do... But i tell her and she says have fun tell the guys i said hi..

With reverence one might save for their prayers being answered the trip listening to the story whisper one word... "Perfection. "

Got a hell of a brain in that head too, one that should scare you but with her you admire it instead.

On different sides of town three men repeated almost the same words as the first.