Clarisse
Like Gaia from two years ago, here came Clarisse.Gaia is a little bit prettier, she is kinda irish american, with a dark spin, she has deep blue eyes you only find from most beautiful Russian girls. She is a bit gothic, she would be 25 yrs now. She would look into my eyes from the other end of the room, she would be in white skirt, she would let me spin her, like what Clarisse lets me do.
Clarisse is not perfectly pretty. She is French french, dark brown hair, unusual bright blue eyes, (as you can see, I love blue eyes). What wins me over is her personality and connection between her and I. We would do little things like sign gestures, body languages when we danced in a noisy club, she would pick a small pc of ice cube and throw in my shirt and gave me a cool shock, she would, again, stuff the ice cube into my mouth, she would take my palm and write on it, when it's too loud, or just for the hell of fun. She would let me touch her gentally, she has what women have that craze men, nice and curvy, soft but firm. She is friendly, faithful, purposeful, worldly, she is not a party girl, she is a best girlfriend a man can find. The moment she put on a prom queen crown found from ages ago, she looks like one, so beautiful. Her travel plan has already scheduled to next summer. That is all she knows for sure, for now.
I feel lucky, knowing her.
posted by Road less travelled @ 11:28 PM
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