storm run you little tornado run Early morning wings (I) “Excuse me miss.” A low, seductive voice called. “I couldn’t help but see you watching me, you seemed to be my only audience.” He grinned … Lime Green Lipstick and Contemplation. “What colour lippie babe?” I teased her, walking back inside. / There was a silence on the other end of the line. “Lime green.” She lied. Mystic Tattoos (II) He sat back, surprised, “how did you know I had ink?” he looked down at his work clothes, which covered each of his mystic tattoos. She b… Jade and her taste-bad flowers (III) “Spicy you say?” he looked thoughtful for a moment, watching the sky, “what makes it spicy?” She looked at him intently, “the passion… (Mature) My Broken Beauty. her hair is brown with black and red streaks through it. I call her eyes sea green but others would call them grey. The Butterfly dance Hours pasted, candles made their way down on the floor with us, as did chocolate, a ginger cat called Bert and soft moonlight.