There was something about her. she was cute, no doubt, with such large eyes, you'd feel you're staring into a baby's eyes. she had a great body, the kind of body that will stay on your mind for a long time with such graceful long legs and buttocks of an African woman.
Put all this together and you'd wonder how such a slender lady got such stunning body. her breasts were of moderate size but the sight of it could take your mind to places that would only lead to sexual fantasies. Maybe it was the way she flaunted them but the message it sent was clearly received by every nerve and senses in my body.
Even with all this distractions, her expression, one deep looking into her eyes spilled out loads of secrets. she had the expression of a woman that's just hanging on. She always looked deeply troubled. like she's being through things she'd love to forget but the memories won't just go away as they keep haunting her.
i remember the first day i met her. It was really cold that night as i walked out of the house to see this girl that just argued with me over the phone. She sounded bossy but fun. "say you're the one that was wrong."
I was eager to see my friend too but i was more interested in seeing this girl who i just spoke with. I started creating images of how she'd probably look like in my head as i walked towards where they packed.
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