She was sitting in silence, a glass of wine in a hand, a cigarette in the other. She was wearing her white camisole, but had unbuttoned it so you could see the drops of water from her wet hair flow between her breast. You could see her silhouette as she laid on her side, just like an ancient roman statue.
She lit up her cigarette and put it between her plump lips. She smiled at you and stared straight into your eyes. You understood that she was fearless, not even death could make shiver.
She tossed and turned and decided to undo her bun and set free her brown locks. Shen then laid on her back, closed her eyes and smiled while inhaling another breath from her cigarette.
You looked at her.
She had nothing special, but her eyes had something exotic. They were hazel coloured and as the sun would make love to them, they would turn into a mixture of honey and emerald. They hid all sort of stories that betrayed her cold heart, and smile. She was stronger than ice, she would deal with any situation with a smile, even when deep inside she’d be tortured and broken.
She'd steal any show. Reckless, strong and insane, she would do anything that would run through her head. Fame and liquor were her favourite companions.
She was known as the queen of hearts. She had torn and devastated so many hearts, that everyone feared to love her. She was every guys dream, and every girls fear.
She would kidnap your heart and set it free after you had suffered from the Stockholm syndrome.
Her entry at any place would make every one stare at her. She was magnetic, charismatic, a sort of hybrid I guess, an electrifying soul. And it wasn’t was her body that everyone stared, but her careless character that pushed her over the limits of any conditional rule.
You knew you loved her but it was hard, because you knew it was hard to love her. No one was like her and once you had met her, you would search for her hazel eyes wherever you went.
But each she moaned, when you pushed further, deeper, and higher, you would fall for her even more. Each time she whispered your name, you would fall for her even more. Each time you felt the pressure of her skin on yours, you would fall for her even more. Each time you tasted her lips, you would fall for her more. Each time she stared at you, you would fall for her more.
She was chaos to your mind, a drug to your heart. Killing you gently by making you feel good. She would set fire to your thoughts, calm your storms, and silence the demons within you.
You looked at her, and you knew you were a kite in the middle of a hurricane because you loved every bits of her.