"Bikini Lines"
Her eyes and mine align and lock, crossing venice streets. She was trying not to say anything with her body - but her hair gave her away.. The tattered girl was from the edge and living dangerously. She had a piece of everyone's history and she flaunted it.
Here eyes were well trained, with a drawn on un-forgivenness that I knew I could melt.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring