her sentences curve away in
and an ever-receding horizon line
her soft interiors are salty,
a fascination of secret compartments
she moves carefully, is
surprisingly and slowly carnivorous,
her piercing eyes bore holes
if you linger too long
do not mistake her,
calm and smooth,
curvaceous and sensual,
Inspired by a spam email subject, "was he whelk," this is a completely fictitious portrait.
Click on the photo to see a larger version. This is a manipulation of a stock photo.