She stood there, sweating in the sweltering heat, dabbing her moist forehead with the sleeve of her ruby floral dress. Her ebony black hair was slightly ruffled by the delicate humid wind and the aquamarine ocean pools of her eyes twinkled like flawless jewels. I took a hasty step towards her and placed my hand cautiously under her chin. I did not want to handle her with heavy hands for I feared that her beautiful features would crumble between my fingertips. She smiled distinctly and radiantly and a gush of pleasure came to life within me. I held her with such force, afraid that she would slip away into the dark night. Everything about her was faultless. Her silky hair, her discretely sqaure and muscular jaw line. And then she spoke and her voice flowed beguilingly like milk and honey...
"Hey," she purred in her velvety, silvertongued voice...
