hmmm...

       We were silent again, staring at each other instead of the view. Her eyes were reef-green, flecked with gold, and they shone with the luminious intensity that's usually a sign of suffering or intelligence, or both. a clean wind stirred her shoulder-length hair - very dark hair, the same black-brown as her eyebrows and long lashes. Her lips were fine, unpainted pink, parted to reveal the tip of her tounge between even, white teeth. She leaned against the windowless frame with her arms folded. The tides of the breeze rippled through the loose silk of her blouse, revealing and concealing her figure...