Her Amazonian figure sat well on her bubbly wasp body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her epigenetic eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better.
When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. It could jolt you like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave you her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her mid-night black hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. I loved her nebulous, Eden-black eyes which were a-sparkle with the ‘joie de vivre’. They were like two beryl-black jewels melted onto snow.
Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised me that they were plump and botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered to me in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint. It lingered in the room long after she had gone.
And then I realise that I found my better half , lilac soft an elegant personality, my love angel.
My love Angel
blogs by Naman 