sticky smiles and chalk

[crbsdeprophette]

Outlined with chalk, my face is of ivory, contrasting the defining ink that has my eyes rimmed in black. My eyes seem softer, and the shade of brown mimics an amber smoke. You raise the brush to my cheek, and circle the rouge in a sensual pattern, and proceed to the other side. Filling in my lips with a shiny scarlet gloss; they seem to be made of glass. Your hand glides down the silky strands of hair framing my face, falling blunt along my jaw.

You claimed me to resemble a giesha.

China Lina, you called me. And I thought it was the sweetest name i'd been called in a long while.

I find this (sweet) narrative amusing.