She doesn’t have curtains. Not in her living room. So it’s not exactly peeping, is it? Is it really when she knows that when night falls and her lights come on everybody from the opposite flat will see what’s inside? You could call it an exhibition but only if she’s conscious of it. Thankfully, she isn’t and her oblivion makes it a raw – and somewhat pervasive – show.
There is never any show of nudity, or even its allusion. But she always walks around her house bare feet. Well, she doesn’t exactly walk; she sort of glides around; slowly, deliberately, queenly…like flowing mercury. It’s primal.
She isn’t beautiful; let’s get that out of the way. Not in the conventional way, at least. Not like Toni Braxton is beautiful. Her cheekbones are slightly slanted, her lips are too thin, too bluesy and she’s too light-skinned. In fact because she’s very light you might be mistaken that she is beautiful. Her lightness only serves as a cloak that covers her flaws.
But she posses a robust personality. At 5’7’’ she isn’t exactly tall, but since she’s got a small waist and an ass that should be awarded sole sovereignty – complete with its own legal tender – which makes her comes across as desirable. But it’s not a big ass; it’s rounded and it contours her waist well and frames, elegantly, her hips. An airbrushed ass. Again, think Toni.
She wears a room like a cloth. When she’s in a room – her living room ...... Read the entire article