Gawdamm, she's so fuckin' hot.
Until today, I hadn't seen her since about the middle of January except in a few, rare snatches walking out after my Thurday night class. She always said hi, and that was quite satisfactory.
Dreamt about her quite a bit, though. Several times... At least three or four that I can remember. I think I've dreamt of her more than I've dreamt of any one other person in my entire life; how sad is that?
She's short, but still taller than me-- though not by much, with a sturdy, curvaceous body, full and feminine in all the right ways... I mean it; she's a really exaggeratedly curvy gal-- Marilyn Monroe, eat your heart out!-- and to me, her hourglassiness is sexier than hell. My world rocks with the swaying of her hips.
Her face is rounded with a hint of graceful high cheek bones and an almost stubborn set to her square jaw, and her eyes are a stunning shade of aqua-blue, and they gleam like the stars of Cassiopeia when that gorgeous wide, bright smile lights up her face and most of the room. Her nose pierced with a delicate stud that manages to look so natural, so perfectly right gracing the curve of finely-drawn nostril, and her thick, lush hair falls just past her chin, framing her face, streaked and dyed red and blonde, turning away from her face like an aura or halo.
She wears make-up-- and not in the "natural look" kind of way either. Blue shadow to bring out her eyes and mascara to frame them with lashes long and graceful as butterfly feelers. Lovely.
She almost always dresses semi-professionally in black or grey clothes that fit her well, flowing with the shape of her body, and usually wears shoes that I just want to get down and lick. She's got a knee-length black leather coat that just makes me drool, makes me want to pull it off of her, rub my face in it and suck up her scent.
Today, though, rather surprisingly, she was wearing jeans. Really tight jeans. Denim never seemed so sexy.
There's something almost feline about her, I realized today, something sleek and self-satisfied that reminds me of the auburn-tawny long-limbed robust beauty of an African caracal. She's got that air of exoticness about her like a wild cat or a teasing gypsy dancer.
I drew another sketch of her while she worked in my New Testament class. (There's one already in my Deviantart account: FrostRiven) I'll be cleaning that up and scanning it in sometime this week.
YAY for Reading Week! No classes for 10 days! (And then only two classes, and then I get another 7 days off for Easter!) WHOO-fuckin-HOO!
Until today, I hadn't seen her since about the middle of January except in a few, rare snatches walking out after my Thurday night class. She always said hi, and that was quite satisfactory.
Dreamt about her quite a bit, though. Several times... At least three or four that I can remember. I think I've dreamt of her more than I've dreamt of any one other person in my entire life; how sad is that?
She's short, but still taller than me-- though not by much, with a sturdy, curvaceous body, full and feminine in all the right ways... I mean it; she's a really exaggeratedly curvy gal-- Marilyn Monroe, eat your heart out!-- and to me, her hourglassiness is sexier than hell. My world rocks with the swaying of her hips.
Her face is rounded with a hint of graceful high cheek bones and an almost stubborn set to her square jaw, and her eyes are a stunning shade of aqua-blue, and they gleam like the stars of Cassiopeia when that gorgeous wide, bright smile lights up her face and most of the room. Her nose pierced with a delicate stud that manages to look so natural, so perfectly right gracing the curve of finely-drawn nostril, and her thick, lush hair falls just past her chin, framing her face, streaked and dyed red and blonde, turning away from her face like an aura or halo.
She wears make-up-- and not in the "natural look" kind of way either. Blue shadow to bring out her eyes and mascara to frame them with lashes long and graceful as butterfly feelers. Lovely.
She almost always dresses semi-professionally in black or grey clothes that fit her well, flowing with the shape of her body, and usually wears shoes that I just want to get down and lick. She's got a knee-length black leather coat that just makes me drool, makes me want to pull it off of her, rub my face in it and suck up her scent.
Today, though, rather surprisingly, she was wearing jeans. Really tight jeans. Denim never seemed so sexy.
There's something almost feline about her, I realized today, something sleek and self-satisfied that reminds me of the auburn-tawny long-limbed robust beauty of an African caracal. She's got that air of exoticness about her like a wild cat or a teasing gypsy dancer.
I drew another sketch of her while she worked in my New Testament class. (There's one already in my Deviantart account: FrostRiven) I'll be cleaning that up and scanning it in sometime this week.
YAY for Reading Week! No classes for 10 days! (And then only two classes, and then I get another 7 days off for Easter!) WHOO-fuckin-HOO!
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