I see her through the shop window.  Her hair is blonde, curly, long.  Her eyes, blue, clear.  Her body’s curves capture me.  She is the image of Beauty.

I am paralyzed by her – she has teeth, a smile, a dimple on her left cheek, that captivate me, that render me speechless.


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