Ling.... She caught my attention as I was passing by the Oriental Art gallery just as when I was peering through the white paned windows. I was rooted to my tracks and there was a strong pull that lulled me walking into the gallery just to have another look at her. Her fair face with its smooth and flawless complexion is framed in perfect almond-shape. When I closed my eyes, I could feel her hair, black as raven, smooth as silk that cascades down to her lovely shoulders. I wished I could run my fingers through her fine hair and cup her cheeks with my palms.
The images of her haunt me for days. I could not but return to the gallery daily just to steal a look at her and admire her beauty upclose. Her curves accentuates her features and every man that sees her curvaceous body would not be able to resist her beauty. Her eyes, so bright and mesmerizing. They say the eyes are windows to the soul. I say, her eyes seduced every soul out there. And yes, her pouting, rose bud lips stir even the most insensitive men! Everytime I look at them, it cast me into a deep spell, and my heart tells me I need to have her.
I used to dream about her. I wrote poems dedicated to her beauty. I saved my money for her knowing that it would be expensive to own her. Her charms distinguish herself from the rest of us, the mortal beings and yet she looked so humble. To me, she is the realisation of my dreams. A porcelain vase that can only be admired but never be able to possess. The day I wanted to bring her home was also the day she was sold to a rich old man who collects antique vases. Although not being able to own her physically, she will always remain as the most beautiful being I have ever set eyes on.
If you were thinking that probably I've turned to lesbianism, then you're wrong! Gosh, I just love to prove people wrong... Well, at least this post is something out of the ordinary that I would write about. Hope you GUYS like it!
The images of her haunt me for days. I could not but return to the gallery daily just to steal a look at her and admire her beauty upclose. Her curves accentuates her features and every man that sees her curvaceous body would not be able to resist her beauty. Her eyes, so bright and mesmerizing. They say the eyes are windows to the soul. I say, her eyes seduced every soul out there. And yes, her pouting, rose bud lips stir even the most insensitive men! Everytime I look at them, it cast me into a deep spell, and my heart tells me I need to have her.
I used to dream about her. I wrote poems dedicated to her beauty. I saved my money for her knowing that it would be expensive to own her. Her charms distinguish herself from the rest of us, the mortal beings and yet she looked so humble. To me, she is the realisation of my dreams. A porcelain vase that can only be admired but never be able to possess. The day I wanted to bring her home was also the day she was sold to a rich old man who collects antique vases. Although not being able to own her physically, she will always remain as the most beautiful being I have ever set eyes on.
If you were thinking that probably I've turned to lesbianism, then you're wrong! Gosh, I just love to prove people wrong... Well, at least this post is something out of the ordinary that I would write about. Hope you GUYS like it!
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