A Gem of A Genie

A gem of a genie, such a perfect find!
Bestow upon me the glory of a single desire.
For thrice is too much for my humble heart.
It starts with a story.
A story of silence. Peering over her glasses, her green eyes stare into my irises. Soft, brown waves tangle around her shoulders. The ends of her curls are faded from gold, as if her hair had been kissed by the sunlight. A faint, scribbling noise emits from her fingertips. She’s writing. What her pen has to bleed out, however, is unknown.
She pauses, as if contemplating her thoughts. It’s remarkable, how her expression shimmers. She’s quiet, I’ll admit. However, with a voice woven from silk, you feel pulled into her spindling web of words.
Round, flush cheeks adorn her face. The spheres and curvature intensifies when she smiles. As rare as it is, I find it beautiful.
Her lips curve out of content, with a little cupid’s divot under her nose. The more she hunches over, the more I notice her glasses creeping over the bridge of her nose. The purple frames holding her lenses of sight add a sense of delicacy to her style.
She’s absolutely stunning. Her eyebrows are narrowed and drawn together, as if she were perplexed, deep in thought. Her gaze shifts to the world around her. Her lips purse as she observes, and her nostrils twitch. She removes her glasses, and closes her eyes.
Within the walls of her mind, I’m interested in peering into her brain. She’s cold on the outside. But somewhere… within the intricacy of her delicate mind, there’s a sense of vulnerability locked away.
My one wish, you ask?
Well, I wish to see it.