It’s not your dimples that get me.
It’s the eyes.
Any woman would die for those lashes,

luxurious, dark; surrounding two
aqua pools of depth and intelligence.

The way the sides crease with laughter,

even when you giggle at my unfunny jokes.
Marks of-old enough to know better,
but young enough not to care overtly
what strangers make of your outer coverings.

A 55 word story 🙂

Thanks to Jingle for the above award. I chose it because of my taste in music!


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