Ode To BeckaDarling
She told me her lips were pink. I imagined them the color of ripe red plums, dripping with dew from the autumn frost.
She strokes her index finger along her bottom lip, leaving pink color under her clear, glossed nail. Her smile widens as she smears her finger down my cheek. I watch the light intensify the different shades of brown weaved throughout her hair.
She turned, eyebrow cocked, blew me a kiss as the wind tousled her skirt around her knees.
She disappeared in the magnolias during a thunder storm.
She told me her lips were pink. I imagined them the color of ripe red plums, dripping with dew from the autumn frost.
She strokes her index finger along her bottom lip, leaving pink color under her clear, glossed nail. Her smile widens as she smears her finger down my cheek. I watch the light intensify the different shades of brown weaved throughout her hair.
She turned, eyebrow cocked, blew me a kiss as the wind tousled her skirt around her knees.
She disappeared in the magnolias during a thunder storm.
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entry #2: i think law school is an excellent idea. my parents keep pushing me to go there once i finish my degree. the world needs more level headed lawyers
Chuck