This was no ordinary pair of eyeglasses
that fluttered through the glass at her
These eyelashes were, for lack of a better word,
luscious
Each eyelash, as if a flake of snow,
traced a different pattern on her skin,
But, unlike snow,
left her as warm as a bowl of gumbo
on an early fall day
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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