Shes not the type of girl that usually catch my eye. Shes no where near 6'3 but her inner beauty reigns devine. I've never heard her voice by ear but I hear it in my mind. The violins of Heaven accompany her vocal chime. Her eyes are a deep brown tint with a hint cocoa cream. The places her eyes take me is a place I never want to leave The silk of her flesh is woven by God Himself. Then he stiched her together with a thread called prefection. Heaven Made at its best. The way she walks is... (continue reading)
