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