so i watched the godfather the other day and when i tell you that this woman is SO FINE
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her eyes were a dark
mocha
her hair like
chocolate
or coffee grounds
it tumbled down
about her shoulders
in soft strands of
silk
the arch of her
neck
was graceful,
her hands small
and dainty
her skin was smooth
like the
white feathers
of lone swans as they
sailed across lakes
in the wintertime
she was built
like an
ice sculpture
or a flower
with delicately unfurling
petals
that were salted
with golden pollen
in the way her skin was
powdered white
patted with
perfumes
and rubbed with blush
her smile was
gentle and
secretive
and her words seemed to
stick to her tongue
like sweet molasses
as they fought to
escape the
rose-colored arch
of her lips
her torso tapered
at a waist you could
almost
fit a hand around
slender hips
curving outwards
from the indent there
she was
wise
beyond her years
and she had an old
soul
she was
perfection
in a body
the kind of girl you
fell in love with
without ever having
met her
— and i did