called honey, and not a name proper probably but a properly proper name for her.
her smile a sashay of twinkling overtones in icey days. off in side stationed the fingernails pull her attention. they match her eyeshadow.
but it's funny, isn't it, when it's all indeterminate? her tone shifts as often as my eyes.
it's every classic feature, and while the service isn't lacking, the face doesn't mask much. bored in the resting area. missing the new entries. but always asking about more, even while losing her place on the pad.
slow nights, boring days. waiting for the shift to end as soon as it begins.
the glitter bespeaks glamor. even while the eyes motion you out with a smile.
served up on December 8, 2002 07:43 AM