*****
When I first saw you, a light struck me from above, from the sky. When I heard your velvety voice, my heart popped, exploding into a confetti storm of tiny stars. I had no shield to protect me from the agent of infatuation you are, monkey girl. I knew, deep down, you had some Aries spark. Those big, bold yet inviting eyes, those petite rabbit teeth, those brown waves cascading around your glowing face….
Ehem. What was I saying?
Oh yeah. Happy birthday! [And, if you’re not otherwise engaged……call me.]
A pretty face struggling to find her smile. She will not be forced, camera people!
A stylish beauty who doesn’t need a smile. [Nor does she need to highlight/bleach her naturally lovely hair. Though, in the second fashion photo, she looks like she has even lost her spark a bit, even if her hair looks fantastic.]
There’s something odd about this photo (something to do with makeup and/or lighting). Yet, there’s that look that can stop a raging bull in its tracks.
**Posted a day early.
