Queen Adira

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bow down to the queen of noise / crayon eyes draw boys.
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From Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins:
"Amanda, oh that's quite another matter. She was instantly likeable, instantly loveable, instantly seductive, instantly the mistress of my marrow, the speeder in my pulse... Her dark hair appears singed by campfires and she moves always as if to music; her manner mixes action and dream.
Like my own, her cheeks are chubby. Her features are more coarse than classical, but they are soaked with passion and grace. Her eyes shine as seeds in water do. Her mouth has triumphed over her front teeth, which are buckled like a derailed train. Far from distracting from her beauty, her crooked teeth cause her lips to protrude in a perpetual pout. Full and petulant, it is a mouth made for kissing and sucking; it pronounces her vowels as if they were fertility symbols, it sends men sliding helplessly over the arch of her Gene Tierney lisp."
************ From The Diary Of Anais Nin:
"His notes: black stockings, overfull bags, missing buttons, hair always falling down or about to topple down, a strand always falling over the eye, hasty dressing, mobility, no repose. Will not tell what school she went to, where she was raised as a child. Has two distinct manners, one refined, gracious, the other (when she loses her temper) crude like a street urchin. They correspond to her attitude about clothes. At times she has holes in her stockings, wears unwashed jeans, uses saftey pins to hold everything together. At other times she rushes to buy gloves, perfume. But all the time her eyes are carefully made-up, like the eyes on Egyptian frescoes."
"One of her phrases came back to my mind: 'No matter how badly things are going for me, I can always find someone who will pay for my champagne.'"
"I divined her life at that moment. She only believed in intimacy and proximity, in confessions born in the darkness of a bedroom, in quarrels born of alcohol, in communions born of exhausting walks through the city. She only believed in those words which came like the confessions of criminals after long exposure to hunger, to intense lights, to cross-questioning, to violent tearing away of masks."