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Click hereFlowing hair,
Bobbing at her shoulders
Curling round her face
Teasing at her chin.
Chocolate against cream
Deep blue eyes, nestled
Below heavy lashes.
She sways her hips
Slightly, enough.
Her breasts bob, naturally
Against the fabric of her shirt
Barely concealing
The vibrancy within,
Oozing from her skin.
Athletic thighs, atop shapely calves
Petit ankles stride, dainty
At speed, but not rushed.
Wrapped in silk of blue
A glimpse now and then
Hem to waist, oh the sight!
Pretty feet
Bare but for painted toes
A charm on silver chord
Dangles, a bell.
Flat to point, she moves
Walking like a dance.
All eyes on her,
Lusty, craving stares.
She doesn’t care, does not see,
The magic she alone will leave
Everywhere she goes, I will see
The power she has over men like me.
- COMMENTS
She is the one that I lost in college and have never forgotten her. I miss her to this very day. I am glad to finally read something that presents what I saw so long ago. This woman still has a hold on me and resides in my heart.
and has an overpowering appeal... Nicely done.