Rugged boots, black hoops, ink and all, parked in plain view. I perked up at the sight of her bag. It infected me wild. Camera in hand, I approached. "May I take a pic of your bag?"
"Yeah, sure." she said, mildly puzzled. By permission, I set her bag on the bar table, where it pancaked. I grabbed and lifted it repeatedly until some structure remained.
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed her watchful eye. "You concerned that I'm going to take something?" I teased.
"No, not at all." she said coolly.
Dismayed by the low light, I snapped two pics, took a peek and deleted them both. "I think these pics would look better with you in them." I thought out loud. She obliged me.
Therese radiates potential in her style and air. For example, elongate her shirt and a sultry cocktail dress emerges; extend it to the floor, remove the cap sleeves and, behold, a glamorous gown unfolds. The former look would arrest every eye within a hundred-foot radius. The latter would feisty up all cameras on the red carpet.
From her color palette to her bag, from her boots to her body art, and all the little things like her earrings, glossy nails and phone, Therese's selections express who she is; they enhance her beauty for all to swoon over. The low neckline of her shirt exposes her collar bone. The shirt's shoulders accentuate hers. All of it frames her cover-photo face happily. The cut, fit, and color of her shirt, the pale hue of her soft, even skin, the midnight darkness of her lustrous hair pull me in close enough for her eyes to grab mine and dance with them.
Mr. Andy
1 comment:
this girl has great skin and simple style. those are enough to make her shining like a star :)
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