Some Addictions Are Easier On The Eyes Than Others.
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It was her dark appeal that captured the attention of several admirers, but it was her natural sweetness which truly stole the show. She was, above all else, an intoxicating breed of exotic sophistication and alluring intelligence. Dulcet glamor and a drop of foreign elegance plagued her veins like the disease of erotica. She was statuesque, an intimidating height of five foot, eleven often left most in awe. Malicious, teasing grins had long since been abandoned, replaced with a confident sway in narrow hips and the look of a woman who had been through hell and lived to prove she was more than just another pretty face amidst the sea of self-proclaimed beauty queens.

Despite her aura of aristocratic self-assurance, there was a side to her very few saw. Her outer shell lured others to believe she could be quite the heartbreaker, but contrary to invalid assumptions, it was more the opposite. She had her heart shattered more times than she cared to admit. Countless ruined, reckless relationships, a failed marriage, and the death of a husband all aided her in becoming the woman she was today. Strong, vivacious, loving, and beyond loyal to those who had been able to sneak by her tricky guard. She created a wall - a salacious shield that left her past and present life a sheer mystery. Her looks did well in hiding the pain. Soft curls of rich mocha fudge plunged down to mid-back, straying waves of obsidian satin framing her romantic features. Plush lips formed a most kissable, delightful pout, the plump flesh glossed in a light sheen of raspberry. But, it was her come-hither stare that never failed to turn a few heads. Her eyes told everything and nothing all at the same time, secrets and lies hidden beneath the veil of ebony eyelashes - an icy cool stare of fiery allure that knew how to keep the best of them guessing.