From: fakeaddress@mindspring.com   
      
   dryad wrote:   
   > pam wrote:   
   > >       Mulder ran his fingers through my titian hair and stared   
   > >       deeply into my cerulean blue eyes.  He thought the freckles   
   > >       on my nose looked just like his favorite constellations in   
   > >       the starry night sky.  His gaze rested on my strawberry-red   
   > >       lips and he wondered how they would feel around his ...   
   >   
   > My eyes!   
      
   No no no -- you're supposed to describe your own eyes the   
   way someone *else* looking at you would see them.  As in,   
   "My warm brown eyes!"  Or, "My hazel eyes flecked with gold!"   
      
   o)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)