Her glare aspires an enticing haze of admiration that slithers with a quiet fervour through me.
Her eye lashes like a clump of blowsy daffodils are pulsey with a leaping erraticity.
Those light brown irises fizzle and swivel the air around with a brooding handsomeness.
Appealing to the eyes as the colourful herbaceous borders of a typical English cottage garden, she's perfect with every glance.

Her affectionate but unmistakably spectacular eyes, gleam like a pawn-warmed chocolate under the beauteous arches of her eye brows.
Nicole's skin tone, slender and untanned with a velvet gold looks as though sculpted on her fine jaws, taut with contempt.
Heart-stoppingly beautiful, her teeth glow with a healthy sheer brilliance exposing a succulent compassionate smile.
It's her voice tone, yes that tone that suspires fizzes of throbbing excitement ripping through my chest to every corner immune of stimulation.

The sublime length of those caramel legs hurtles unchecked surges of murmurs hissing ' perfect ' in hushed and reverential tones.
Yes her three themes in one touch, scours as the unsettling sensual curve of her mouth swarming before my eyes mistily.
The flaming shudder from the softness of her palm skin vibrates any nerves with a reverberating hostility.
Her pure slivers of expessionate kindness, her ease that throbs with an inexplicable carnality, never fails to remind me how Nicole is perfect with every glance