I Love Those Lips, But Those Lips Belong to Another :: Personal Narrative, essay about myself

Recently I came across two curvees. They were alive and in constant motion. First they told me bread and butter world power get interesting. and then they showed me that life was deviation to get really good. Then after leaving me with an odd sense of power, they said bye, now life is sad. Its movements resembled that of a shape-shifter do the creation of circles, ellipses, and a mixture of feelings. These were the actions of a mate of lips belonging to a vision of beauty. When I first saw them they were in their top form. They gave me a grin. The execution of the smile forced the bottom arch to push from the top corners upwards on to the f number arch. Consequentially, they caused my lips to do the same. The military posture was light but was still able to cause the words tight-laced to meet you to float into my mind and back into hers. The smile, though light, wasnt like the ones that atomic number 18 often in response to a frivolous or unoriginal joke, accompanied by a lack of energy. It was a creation of a divine entity maybe God, maybe a god, or maybe a master painter. They were almost frozen together, the lower mimicking the slow rise of the upper one, gaining strength from the power of my stare. The smile became larger. Was I the only one who spy? It was musical and soothing. The smile was her rhythmic way of singing Smile, darn ya smilei. There could be nothing more uplifting than Sammy Davis Jr. intercourse you the ...world is a great world after all... with his foot tapping action in the background. I guess she did not mean this world because her smile was causing my temporary lapse into another. This was how she planned to make my ...life worth while. She, like Sammy, knew that thither was a great attachment between the smile and joy. That smile was going to tell the world that nothing could hold you back, the world would halt honest to admire the stride of confidence. That smile knew a lot. It was able to impart a wonderful conce pt without any words or any movements. right off rich with new knowledge I realized that she could have given over me no greater gift. I was amazed by the dynamic maturation of the arches in what seemed to be hours.