I’d write about your freckles and tenacious curls. Stretchy short skirts capping strong legs in comfortable shoes.
I’d note your pillowy breasts and friendly cleavage barely contained in your tank top. Your smiling eyes framed with subtle lines that make me think of the Australian sun and make you feel like the kind of person one can always go to.
I’d write how your forehead creases, your mouth closes and you remain very motionless when you listen. Then you ask those questions that need to be asked.
You deliberate almost too much but when decisive you have the courage to face monstrous waves, anguished teens, uphill hikes and going where you need to go alone … when you need to.
I’d write about how your good natured grin is slightly off kilter, suggesting your readiness to play.
I’d mention the Kings of Leon and being Zen.
November 7, 2015