Lustful Eyes
“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like
this.”
The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard
singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly
behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare.
“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.
Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had
to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she
turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but
perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We
are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze
of her assets, she spoke to me again.