Skin as pale as a moth floating in moon light. Hair as black as an unburned coal. Lips as pink as a wilting carnation. She is an average beauty. Something lies within her. Something that indulges the senses. Like a red velvet rose, so tempting to touch but fearful to get cut by the thorns. Mystery engulfs her essences. With her misplaces smile, her charm, her coy.
What does she hide behind her deep, dark intense eyes? Peering threw one’s soul. To kiss her lips, just to taste that poison. What a