her soft hair coils and coils of gold with colors of wild wheat and honey twisted throughout it;
with eyes the color of the fairest skies in the world, like ice cubes with little dark blue flecks of a mysterious azure stone, cool and penetrative and frighteningly intense. Actually, they’re more like a Caribbean Sea, like when the waters shift from a tender cerulean to an amazing aquamarine… and in the sun, to the side, they're the slightest hint of green…
Her cheeks are blooming, rugged peonies and her eyebrows full and the color of sand and straw; her lips ruddy plums in every season of the year; her gorgeous teeth hug each other closely, and when she smiles, it’s a little gift from heaven… her laugh is infectious, a hiccup of giggles…
her arms are pure shades of pale pink petals and in the summer, graciously tanned: the lightest, most beautiful bronze, a color all her own.
Her hands are large and rough and strong, wrapping one's own and all else in a manner most
complete
and
indestructibly;
her demeanor is thrilling and irresistible and
intense.
her moods are unknown and ever-changing….
pry into her
feelings
long enough and you will meet an abyss
and never return
and never
learn
anything at all.
Her eyes are
immense
innocent
expressive
,
pupils darting to
everything
happening
at
once;
when she walks, she’s proud and direct and she’s the
light
of the world; everywhere she goes, she illuminates the paths she chooses to grace; she carries the torch of strength and beauty and mischief