Reflections on Nikki
That's her. My girl. My Nikki. Looking at her, it's hard to say which part of her is most beautiful. Maybe those beautiful legs of hers - so perfect, and seemingly endless. Flawless, just like the rest of her. Or maybe it's her perfect chest, previously the subject - I regretfully admit - of many a guilty dream at night. But, if she insists on flaunting it in such low-cut and tight tops, she can hardly expect people not to look. Her figure is nothing short of mesmerising; breath-taking like nothing I've ever seen before. She regards you through eyes which are nothing short of the exact tone and texture of rich, dark chocolate. They fairly shine with knowledge, warmth, love. Her eyes are haunting.