Winter makes me miss rarely exposed skin's own healty youth and sturdy brave appearance of you.

None the less, your cool eyes and intelligently apathetic smiley expression of you.

Your presence is at some time, so helpful older sister for the boys, at another time, so pretty intellectual lady for some gentlemen.

However, at least to me, you are just yourself owes to so elegant pedigree which makes my eyes and mind to imagine and picture your wise ancestors' gardeners.

Your standing and crouching posture providing very stably propeling delivery to your own descendants.

If your happy face serially recognizable at looking at beside you as skin slippery streamlined aspect must cost so much at least at winter season, because that site's feature needs so richer, walmer and so huge space. And that costing capable one must be your nice sugar daddy, you know.

Your eyes beaming to further remote opened field gets anyone beside you associate your posture with middle age's own lady knight.

That atmosphere could match Eva Max's "Kings and Queens" or Harry Styles' "Golden" or not? H ow's that for you? Newer songs are proper, aren't they?

 

Dec. 21st.    2022

(To NR as worldwide beauty for many things)