The girl of my dreams
As I was in the shower, I could not help but think of your dainty features. Your triangular face, the spot where your chin comes to a point. You rock those turquoise sunglasses, but my round chubby cheeks cannot support such a hipster treat. Your delicate hands are so fine and fingers so long, I can imagine you holding a cup of tea and pressing it to your lips. Oh those delicate lips, so fragile, I remember just earlier this afternoon when you could not put four fingers in your mouth, but I could. I would like to see you eat a hot dog one day.