PinkLars

my eyes a pair of collapsing stars that gravitationally draw your gaze inward, unable to look from its ebony depths, transfixed like a sailor at the ocean during a moonless night. stare that grips you. a stare that's steady, securing, sealed fate. my lips rosy shapely and soft. wanton for connection. verbally inclined and full of mirth. paints the world with verbal color, bright and complex. straightforward. truth speaking. my nose round tip with a cute gently sloping upturn. Its history, memory, of a long ancestral lineage; sentimental reminder of familial kinship. my jaw as broad as the horizon, as strong as the sunlight that peers over it at daybreak. my face a warm distinct portrayal of how those that love me, will hold me in their hearts and memory wherever we may be in time in this world.