Her hair is long.
It flows like cascades over cliffs.
It curls lightly,
The softest curves of clouds.
Her skin is pure caramel and cream.
Smooth. Unmarred.
Silk to the touch, but warmer.
Friendlier. Comfortable.
Her nails grow evenly.
Long, and sharp.
They never bend, or break, or tap.
She rounds them perfectly, and they never catch.
Harmless.
But her eyes.
Her eyes are walls.
You only ever see irises.
Irises and calm.
Her eyes are claws.
Raking, tearing daggers.
Piercing points.
Glistening teeth in deep, and gaping maws.
Her eyes are war.
****** battlements.
Arrows, spears, swords and shields.
Towers.
Walls.
Her eyes are fierce.
Fearless.
Guarded.
Her eyes are cold.
Merciless.
Calculating.
Perfect.
Isn't that what you wanted from me?
To be the perfect woman.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Her hair is long.
It flows like cascades over cliffs.
It curls lightly,
The softest curves of clouds.
Her skin is pure caramel and cream.
Smooth. Unmarred.
Silk to the touch, but warmer.
Friendlier. Comfortable.
Her nails grow evenly.
Long, and sharp.
They never bend, or break, or tap.
She rounds them perfectly, and they never catch.
Harmless.
But her eyes.
Her eyes are walls.
You only ever see irises.
Irises and calm.
Her eyes are claws.
Raking, tearing daggers.
Piercing points.
Glistening teeth in deep, and gaping maws.
Her eyes are war.
****** battlements.
Arrows, spears, swords and shields.
Towers.
Walls.
Her eyes are fierce.
Fearless.
Guarded.
Her eyes are cold.
Merciless.
Calculating.
Perfect.
Isn't that what you wanted from me?
To be the perfect woman.
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