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I look at the picture And I see her hair Dark Black Cascading down the sides of her face like a black churning waterfall Black A deep black So deep it drags me into her charmfulness But this is not what catches my eyes I see her beautiful eyes Cast in an enchanting gaze As if she can see farther than us all The shadows perfectly frame her eyes And that tiny dot of reflection within seems to be the gateway to the most intricately beautiful soul ever But this is not what catches my eye I see her full luscious lips Covered in lavish red lipstick Her lips are slightly parted as she seems to yearn for something The sense of earnestness about her multiplied tenfold Just by parted lips But this is not what catches my eye I see her left shoulder exposed by her shirt that elegantly shows her subtle skin tone Her black hair juxtaposed perfectly next to her dark olive brown skin Her shoulder tantalizingly flaunts its beauty to the world Daring any and all to defy her beauty But this is not what catches my eye No What catches my eye is her neck... The black waterfall of hair The bright reflection of her soulful eyes The vivaciously earnest red lips The tantalizing olive brown shoulder Combine to form what I have come to think of as a Goddess of beauty on this earth They all seem to point to her neck and show where her true beauty lies for me It makes me realise that this time it's different I could run my hand through her hair a million times I could stare into her soulful eyes for hours I coukd kiss her beautiful lips a million times I could carress her flawlessly smooth shoulder until I form calluses But I would forgo all of that if she would just let me rest my head on her shoulder Against her neck Where I would feel safe And enough And adequate And beautiful Yes Indeed It is her neck that catches my eye
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
To Sophia
I look at the picture And I see her hair Dark Black Cascading down the sides of her face like a black churning waterfall Black A deep black So deep it drags me into her charmfulness But this is not what catches my eyes I see her beautiful eyes Cast in an enchanting gaze As if she can see farther than us all The shadows perfectly frame her eyes And that tiny dot of reflection within seems to be the gateway to the most intricately beautiful soul ever But this is not what catches my eye I see her full luscious lips Covered in lavish red lipstick Her lips are slightly parted as she seems to yearn for something The sense of earnestness about her multiplied tenfold Just by parted lips But this is not what catches my eye I see her left shoulder exposed by her shirt that elegantly shows her subtle skin tone Her black hair juxtaposed perfectly next to her dark olive brown skin Her shoulder tantalizingly flaunts its beauty to the world Daring any and all to defy her beauty But this is not what catches my eye No What catches my eye is her neck... The black waterfall of hair The bright reflection of her soulful eyes The vivaciously earnest red lips The tantalizing olive brown shoulder Combine to form what I have come to think of as a Goddess of beauty on this earth They all seem to point to her neck and show where her true beauty lies for me It makes me realise that this time it's different I could run my hand through her hair a million times I could stare into her soulful eyes for hours I coukd kiss her beautiful lips a million times I could carress her flawlessly smooth shoulder until I form calluses But I would forgo all of that if she would just let me rest my head on her shoulder Against her neck Where I would feel safe And enough And adequate And beautiful Yes Indeed It is her neck that catches my eye
To Sophia. The girl that only needed three hours to get inside my mind and stay there for the next three weeks. If you ever read this just know that it's true
Tdaaries
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Tdaaries
South African
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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