There they are, all of the muses I’ve taken recently. God, what I’d give to not see this. What I’d give to forget them all and move on with life.
Little_Old_Me with her auburn hair, beautiful face, and lips I’d kill to kiss again. Sammi6xoxo, her tall, slender, frame with those eyes I write about so often.
Little_Old_Me.
She’s sitting on the curb. Right now she’s not wearing very heavy clothes, it’s still a warm Iowa summer and there’s no need. The long, auburn, hair I’ve grown to so admire is tied up right now. Beauty embodied. The slight curvature of her jaw, not too sharp, which gives her a caring look without ever knowing her. Her eyes are soft, not cruel or judging. They don’t pierce your heart or soul, they simply warm you. Warm you as if you were standing in the presence of a glowing fire instead of a woman. The lips that conceal her tender smile, which, unlike her eyes, lights up the world. Lights it up as if the sun decided to come and walk among us mere mortals. Lips that also conceal the passion and electricity released when you kiss them.
Sammi6xoxo.
The pink hair of the past is gone now, in its stead is the brown hair that flows around her. Hair that one would beg to run their hands through. She’s lying in bed on top of the covers. Just trying to recoup from the long and difficult day she just went through. Her eyes aren’t tired though, and they are open. They are not their usual piercing blue, right now they are almost green. Even with the blue gone those eyes still seem to bore into your soul, but in a pleasant way. Long legs in shorts that leave just enough to the imagination. She’s once mentioned what is covered by saying, “Yeah, my ass is pretty great.”