Earl Grey Tea

Her mind was a Mobeus strip which every now & then she offered a sip like a too rich wine which offended the palette. She acted like a fictional character in an outrageous historical novel her bosoms almost hypnotising one into ripping her bodice. She acted out her life as if she was a Colossus like an Ozimandiuis before it all went wrong & some guy called Shelly happened to come along. She was an aria in the opera of her life but right now she was just sipping from the daintiest of cups & laughing hysterically at something I said (which I hadn’t considered funny) spraying in my astonished face a soft mist of hot Earl Grey tea.