Draft, for the ugly little duck in me
Posted on July 30th, 2008 by monsoux
I remember looking at them, two beautiful young ladies, the younger sister a bit more beautiful, the older more in the know. The younger looked perfect. Again, they were both quite a looker. I remember thinking the guys didn’t look like much. The older sister’s was sharp smart like a knife, the other was kind and so young, most of the time made me think he was a kid. Both were funny. I have never wanted to imagine what was going in the sack. But I remember wondering how come. I guess it’s because life plays in ways I won’t even start to count. The possibilities are endless. That pretty much gives me hope for anything.
these perfect-looking women…:)
in my humble opinion, perfection, like beauty, is more of an interior design feature.