mr perfect (disaster)

His face looked as if it were a freckle
with a pug nose that loomed up
handsomely between a pair of
roguishly black eyes.

His strong cut face
and soft purring voice can tickle
anybody's senses up to the bones.

"Perfect!" i muttered.

When he gave me a smug, self-satisfied
conceited smile, i threw him a piercing stare.

Then he turned serious as a postman in a blizzard.

Suddenly, laughters echoed like the creaking
of a rusty barn door.

I froze.

When i looked back, i met disdainful eyes
and abashing glares.

Then i felt the whole sky fell down on me
and i could hardly see the gleam anywhere...