Eden

My girlfriend is called Eden. Short, about 18. Nice covering of flesh. Her mother was white Scottish, her father a black man from the West Indies. Black hair that could've been curled. Like the half-Indian girl that lived up the street, short and fleshy, in a tight top.
Eden is uncertain and despondent. She was born when the sun was in the sign of Pisces. She has a disorder of the thyroid gland which can render her confused, her attention span is very short.
Mostly silent, crossed arms, a lack of confidence. Coffee-coloured inclining to brown, a fringe of neatly-curled hair, a tight top. Her full breasts stretch the fabric, a white brastrap cutting into the soft flesh of her shoulder can now and then be glimpsed.
Perhaps the sun was in the sign of Aquarius when she was born. She is sometimes cold. Tight-lipped, hard to tell what she's thinking. But when once I teased her about this inscrutability, she said, without a smile, "I'm quite straightforward".
The expression on her face: expectant, insecure. She doesn't talk much.
We get on the bus. Long bus journeys through grey countrysides. Monotonous drone of the engine. She is silent most a the way, lookin out the window.