They met every afternoon in the glade--just as the sun dipped in the sky and got moody, glowing orange in its heat. The surrounding clouds quivered with anticipation as that recalcitrant orb served as a back drop for the couple. The woman, dark hair sleeked back out of the way, revealed her white porcelain face, cheeks rouged like cherries and lips glimmering like red wine sparkling in a crystal goblet. Dangling gold hoops danced on her ear lobes with more to say than the woman herself...more
Nice and sensual one Jo! Perfect for Valentines! :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, sensual like fisticuffs and bruises...hey, that sounds like a poem title. I'll have to get right on it.
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