In your best prose, describe her

In your best prose, describe her

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Gay

It was as though her eyes were drowning in self-saturation. Her navel was sharp, but poured light ever so gently in shallow shape. And out of light--a face of a feminine rose; of colors I cannot say. Her head was rounded, carved by either her anchoring eyes or the light; I could not tell you, nor could she. And with few words, we swam together before we came to cemented shore, the paved path of good-bye

Cute, another virgin who thinks excessive alliteration and quasipoetic word inversion passes for good writing.

haha yeah user you tell him! Time to write more manly!

>She was a girl. She was hot. Pfft. I smoked my cigar. Didn't matter.

she's kinda chubby doncha think,
and stupid-looking in that pink

well, after all, a hole's a hole
and in her ass goes my hard pole

her piggish face, it makes me gag--
good thing I brought a paper bag

I pop my cock in, push it through
but she then screams, "I GOTTA POO!!!"

I give no shits, I keep on going
but shit she gives and it starts flowing

all down her feet and legs and ass
and then come out her fumes of gas

I huff one in and want to die
but still I'll give her that creampie

hours passed, and still no luck,
it doesn't matter how I fuck

and as a last kick in the booty
she said, "sorry, I'm feeling tooty"

a loud sound, BRRAAAAAAAP, filled up the room
and smelled just like my grandma's tomb

and from her asshole during that
she got on me some liquid shat

is it me or her that's more retarded?
-the one who fucks the girl that sharted

>Veeky Forums tries to write: the post

the point is stop paying attention to how she looks and show the reader glimpses of her personality based on those looks. what kind of girl is she? that answer should not be about her nose. focus on her expression. writer always suck at describing people's faces. it's the emotions that they sometimes get right.

so she looked at me with this fuck off expression, a sort of bemused "you think you are clever user?" smug. she was probably used to men fawning over her, not noticing that her glances were pitiful, not friendly. and the giant zipper on her sleeve annoyed me. i was used to women like here. they start off ice cold like this but gradually, with enough ice picking, you melt them.