Tuesday, June 17, 2014

She stood on the edge

U2 Staring at the Sun



In a group, she stood on the edge.  The others were merely others.  The dress of blue, as if it longed to savor and caress the smooth body beneath, clung to her.  As her, it was seamless, faultless in its form.  All save the edges.  Their slight twisting in the breeze reflective of the tensioned motion ready to erupt; all it needed was the slightest provocation. 

Her face brazen in in erupting joy.  Eternal spring emanated from her eyes.  Her smile comforted as it challenged.  Run with me.  Fly to me. 

Shoes of red, were ready to dance furious.  A dance that would gloriously consume as the savage beast that burned beneath was glimpsed.  Both body and mind she lithely began an inviting undulating rhythm.  Dance with me, dance.  Closed, her eyes dreamt the visions she so longed to make real.  A reality she longed to share.  Her bumps assured.  The desire dripping from the impassioned thrust beckoned.  Dance with me.




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