Tikee_Booming
Virgin
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2005
- Posts
- 17
I'm blinded by your awesome......breasts
I think the first thing I notice about girls is.....where did she get those awesome shoes???
The first thing I notice about guys....can those hands make the best damn french toast this side of the mississippi???
well, to be truthful, I don't notice a person until they start speaking. I see through my ears...??? I think what people say can completely change the way they appear to me. The way someone's smile reaches their eyes making them sparkle w/ life, or the attitude they give you when you've eaten the last of the Chunky Monkey ice cream makes them look so adorable....The way their laughter echoes softly in your ear makes them appear vibrant to me.
Medusa looks like Venus De Milo compared to someone who is rude. Or a snotty attitude will just mark you in my book as the worst looking leprechaun I've ever seen. So, what if you're Paris Hilton? It's not the eyes, nor the face. Not your luscious breasts or his cute glutes. It's the power of your voice that'll have me wanting to worship every inch of your body be it big, small, grotesque, or heavenly. On and on...etc. etc. nausieum...So basically, you start speaking then I start seeing you.
I think the first thing I notice about girls is.....where did she get those awesome shoes???
The first thing I notice about guys....can those hands make the best damn french toast this side of the mississippi???
well, to be truthful, I don't notice a person until they start speaking. I see through my ears...??? I think what people say can completely change the way they appear to me. The way someone's smile reaches their eyes making them sparkle w/ life, or the attitude they give you when you've eaten the last of the Chunky Monkey ice cream makes them look so adorable....The way their laughter echoes softly in your ear makes them appear vibrant to me.
Medusa looks like Venus De Milo compared to someone who is rude. Or a snotty attitude will just mark you in my book as the worst looking leprechaun I've ever seen. So, what if you're Paris Hilton? It's not the eyes, nor the face. Not your luscious breasts or his cute glutes. It's the power of your voice that'll have me wanting to worship every inch of your body be it big, small, grotesque, or heavenly. On and on...etc. etc. nausieum...So basically, you start speaking then I start seeing you.
