She’s got subtle eyes that peeks through your soul when she
stares. Takes one look and totally understands you…you needn’t have to utter a
word. She know.
And when she stands, she stands a woman…the kind that is worth
waiting for. The kind whose tender touch is worth the sacrifice of a thousand
damsels by the seaside bowing at the tip of their feet in your lustful worship.
Once upon a time, I met a woman.
