There is one part of a woman that I dearly worship; definitely not a fetish addiction, more of a divine embrace to her assets. That part is something that I do my best, although often effortlessly, to make it happen. It is her smile.
The slight twitch of her cheek muscles display her resistance to my boyish-grinning charms. However usually it takes me a mere minute to make many women smile. A boast? Yes, and a fact.
When women smile, I look at the parting lips, the texture, the gloss and the natural colour. Does not matter whether they are thin, pouting, sharp or any of shape. Lips are the window to a woman’s mind.
Smile.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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