Stranger's Comments

I could make three kinds
of beautiful woman outta you.

First, the smile.

Then we deconstruct the lower eyelashes
Glue em on paper into stick lashes
She is an eye lash, stick babe.

Lastly, in your embrace.
This is all kinds of sensual
and makes my heart a pitter-patter.
Makes me aware of my groin, also.

Or, you know, I could just keep you
as three beautiful ladies rolled up
Like a sausage in a pancake smothered in maple syrup.
Breakfast delight.