“Would you like whipped cream on that,” the Barrista at the coffee shop on the corner asks me every time. Little does she know that while she’s mixing my latte, I just can’t take my eyes off her ears. She always pulls her dark hair into a swinging ponytail, and while I’m sure she does it for function, I love her for its form.
With her hair pulled back, I can see her perfectly shaped ears, those soft, lovely C’s that accent her face so perfectly. She doesn’t change earrings often. Usually, her luscious lobes are graced by simple silver hoops that are just the right size. As she pours and froths, I watch her earrings dance sprightly with every move of her head. Sigh. Her perfect, tiny lobes are the reason I come here on my way home from work nearly every day.
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