whistle

It was introduced to me as a mainstream rocknroller who had a flare for pop music. Its crisp and looks as if it just an accent on a masterpiece. I cannot say enough to satisfy my obsession of the shoulder length cut that falls just short touching nothing but air. It takes me to a place where my expression is heard and the voices of opinions are fierce. It lights the world in originality but only allows a select few to carry its grace. It gives the aura almost instantly making me turn my head. I see her walk in the room with that yellow sun dress and those worn out converses skipping along leaving pieces of hue scattered across the room.

She sits down rolling her head knowing I was the only one in the caf to catch the stream. It was as if I was powered up and all the little LEDs were blinking and going into overdrive. My heart was giggling like a school boy and I could taste the essence on my tongue. It dripped from my mouth as thick as honey. I couldnt help but gawk at this creature whose stock was made of the top resources. I stood up and took two steps before I caught her eye. She saw a man walking her way and squinted to get a better look.

She said Sir, what drew your attention?

I replied. You are one of kind dame. I saw the old shoes and kept going up to the pinup tat on your calf. As I told my eyes not to deceive me I reached that sun tainted dress. It looked new and promised of better weather. I know its spring when I see that dress and then I saw your arm with that leopard skin ink stretching to your elbow. I was astonished by the complexion of skin and when I reached your face the curves took me to a place where I was sure I was a man. And then the hair cut in the heiress style and toned with that beautiful pink lush. I have to say the package is something to speak of but my dear it was the pink hair.

I figured as much She said.

And the only thing I had left to say waswould you like to take a walk?