Little Fire In Her Eyes.
Little Fire In Her Eyes. No Words Spoken. Gaze Reveals, But Not A Word Spoken. Cardamom Sachet, Butcher's Twine, Hair Blows, So Delicately In, The Morning Breeze. Finest Silk, This Fabric, Texture, So Smooth To The Touch, Hangs So, Effortlessly, Clean Lines, And Gently, Shapely Curves Of Her Shoulders, Strands Of Hair, Draped, So Softly Over Her, Well-Defined Mandible, Finest Silk, Chestnut Brown, Slight Touch Of Red, Earthy, Composed, Dressed Cleanly Over, Textured, Finest Silk. Pause, And Then A Quick, Glance, Plaid Shirt, Well-Defined, Shoulders, Quiet, Gaze, Alluring, Smile. Gaze Meets Hers, Quiet, Peaceful Stare, Time Slows, Down, But Does Not, Stop, Chestnut, Brown, Looks Deeply Into Her Eyes, Little Dancing, Flames, Within. Fascination, Fixation, Can't Turn, Away, Look, Look, Again, Hello, Hello, What Is Your, Name? ...