Her skin was alabaster with mother-of-pearl iridescence.
She dressed in layers of flowing, transparent chiffon veils that floated around her long and slender ethereal body.
She pouted thick, sensual, hungry lips resembling only those of Angelina.
Her enormous dark eyes bulged out just enough.
She chased after him.
Had she no pride?
She pursued him, kissing him desperately, almost biting him.
Was she ready to mate?
Do fish have sex...?
notes upon observing a fish tank in a waiting room
2007 quick sketch of the dangerous beautyoriginally published in June 2007