johnnyfive

i was looking into her eyes; a girl who's beauty was so powerful that i can actually feel it in my bones when i look at her. her natural self is something to be desired. her lips are thick and spread to reveal a lovely smile bookshelved between an adorable dimple on each cheek. i try to keep my eyes on her eyes but the rest of her body vies for my gaze. clothes can't hide her good looks and most of the revealing vestures she wears act as amplifiers to her gorgeousness.
but is she looking at me, or the people coming in the door behind me. looking for someone else, maybe? a nervous tick, perhaps? or a pavlovian effect to the doorchime, you say? hmmm. i'll never know. i don't want to. i just want the few moments when our eyes are locked and she reaches out and touches my hand and lets out a soft sigh. that's all i want; the perfect moments. to ask for more would be futile. like fighting the borg.