I am more of a poet actually

An extremely beautiful woman who could even out beat the models that show up on magazine covers, who got perfectly proportioned lips on her small rectangle shaped face, her glimmering long hair was a mixture of black and white hair; a pair of golden eyes, a black and red mark could be seen just above her thin straight nose.

Her figure was beyond gorgeous and one could easily mistook her for a model, she wasn't too skinny as she possessed an attractive bosom that peeked out of her long dress and attractive thighs that would make most man have an erection.

Despite her above godly looks she had a sad expression all over her face, as she sat on the edge of her pink colored double king sized bed waiting for her husband to come, but just like the other times, there was no sign of him showing up at all.

"What does he even look like this days?"