her skin will be smooth (like tofu is soft).
her eyes will always be sparkling (and not just when in heat).
her teeth will be pearly white (but no where near straight).
her voice will be a sonnet (poorly written at best).
her face will need no make up (but still she'll try to hide her natural beauty).
her figure will be shaped like an hourglass (but always concealed in clothing layers).
her favourite thing will be dresses (although she'll barely wear them).
her skin will be pale, almost transparent (as will her attempts to lie).
her desires will mimic mine (and mine'lll be what ever she longs for).
her fingers will be thin and long (but decorated with fake jewelry).
her past will have glimpses of me in it (similar to smoke burns on 88mm reels).
her future will be plotted (and in process of becoming her reality).
her dreams will be vivid (and she'll describe them to me, every day).
her thighs will be shapely (and will make chicken fans contemplate cannibalism).
her mistakes will not exist (fore to me, she could do no wrong).
her morning will consist of me (and breakfast i make for her).
her evening will be (whatever she wants to do).
her heart will be revealed (in the art she creates).
her pulse will be healthy (except when near me then it [like mine] will race).
her skin will be flawless (minus a couple self-inflicted scars).
her choice will be scrutinized (I'll never know why she chose me).
her preference will be music to TV (and it'll be of excellent taste).
her history will have blunders (but presently she'll try to do her best).