ᵀᴴᴱ ᴼᴿᴵᴳᴵᴻᴬᴸ

She smiles, exposing a gleaming set of bone white teeth, set perfectly in place like pearls on a chain. She blinks once, her thick black eyelashes brushing the tops of her completely flawless cheeks, and her eyes open again, daring you to gaze into the dark pools inside the pair of almond-shaped lids, dyed with the color of jealousy and rubbed raw with metallic gold in the center. A perfect but lethal combination; with a flip of her Hershey's shaded hair, dripping, velvety, like a satin waterfall from her head, and a demure laugh from her peachy lips, you're struck with the dizziness of her beauty. Your cheeks start to flush, your every thought begins to flow from your mouth, coming in short bursts and stutters, all the while under no control of your own. She's haunting you, attracting you and distracting you while seeping through faults in your soul, weaving herself into your very heart. You can't help it; you're in love. And why wouldn't you be?