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geschrieben von Mark, der ERSTE ;) am 17.01.2004 um 02:22:29
Das ist wahrscheinlich der wunderbarste Tribut an schöne Ohren, den ich bisher gelesen habe:
The most beautiful woman I ever met at a summer camp.
Her name was Julia. She had beautiful eyes, hair, tan skin, a great body, and of course, her ears were perfect! Each ear had at least 4-6 hoops along the rim, down to her earlobes. I would get HURT on purpose - just to go to the nurses office to stare at her and her gorgeous ears. I remember quite fondly the second time I went to the office just to take a gander at her. I had purposely bumped my elbow into the pole playing basketball, and of course I'd need to get it iced in the nurses office. She was tending to another camper at the moment, so I just got the icepack out of the freezer myself and sat back down in the chair to the side of them. As I held the icepack to my slightly bruised elbow, I just stared at her ears as she helped the little kid put on a few band aides. I just stared in pure bliss as the soft contours of her perfectly round ears sparkled in the dim light. She constantly turned her head from side to side while working giving me a great view from di! fferent angles. (What I would have given for a polaroid camera at that moment!!!)The gold and silver hoops, perfectly placed through out each of her outer ears. I would give any thing just for a few seconds of touching her ears. Very gently tugging on each hoop, tucking her hair back exposing her soft sexy ears, adorned with gold and silver. There were a few more times when I got to see her ears up close and personal. Another fav. time was outside at sun set. The sun was just lowering down behind the mountains, and the light just reflected like fire off her right ear. She was talking to a fellow councelor to the left of her and I was standing with a few friends in front of them. I totally zoned out from what everyone was doing and talking about and my eyes were fixated on her as she turned her head from side to side, laughing, talking, repeatedly tucking her hair behind each ear. For what seemed like eternity, and for what seemed like a micro second, I was fixated. I ! was Posessed. I was in awe. I was in love. Many years have passed, since those summer days, upon the feilds of barley, I can see her ears, through her jelous hair, as I stare at ears of gold....
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