Your presence behind me. Beyond beautiful. Mesmerizing me.
You digged one finger into the mix. Your eyes wide shut. Crossing tight your lashes, curving them, forcing them to the concave-convexe switch. Your blonde, long, curvy lashes.
Half a bake. Twice my love for you. Beyond beauty. Beyond you and me.
Whenever I am baking, your lashes come to my mind. Crossed lashes in a passing afternoon.
