Even as she walked passed my eyes couldn’t waver. Fixed on the unconventional beauty my gaze transfixed. A smile claimed the contours of her body and hugged her in a knowing comfort. Her hair cut short playing perfect frame for this captivating face which although colored with a red birthmark, far from detracting from her beauty it added to its character and simply punctuated her exquisite features. It became the star atop this glistening creature. Passing this remarkable character galvanized the sputtering in my stomach.
Her clothes do not reveal any mid body marks or insinuate any ease of access. But her beauty still mesmerizes the consciousness immediately. Her incisive eyes cutting to my brain.
Where did she come from? Do we go to school together? Will I see her ever again? Why did she wear that outfit? What does it say about her? Her upbringing? Does her voice compliment her form or eerily put it off? What keeps her interested when she sits at a desk and looks blankly? The thoughts that captivate her in the moments on a toilet? Does she like politics? Writing? Art? What are her passions? Do thoughts keep her up at night? Wonder what she looks like naked?
Tap on shoulder
“Do I know you?”
“umm… uuuhhh… I don’t think so.”
“You looked at me like you did.”
“I think maybe I hoped I did.”
That smile again
“Lunch?”
“huh?”
“Are you going to grab lunch?”
“I could be.” Class can wait.
“Why did you smile at me like that?”
“Because I have never seen anybody so beautiful.”
“You have to be kidding, you have to have said that before.”
“Me.. never, I would never have the guts, I am just… hopeful at seeing you.”
Having never done anything like it, the shock of her naked body echoed the morning sun tipping into view.
An afternoon breeze on the beach as a final kiss and a stomp on a cloth covered glass with bare feet to seal an eternal liaison.
Her screaming is interrupted by an answering call of a milk chocolaty child coming from between the legs of the vanilla creamed goddess. The sun permeates the room even as evaporates to the night. The sun’s fading glory highlighting how even through the shrieks of pain she exudes a true beauty that few could posses at such a moment.
And yet it is matched by the wrinkled smile still exuding the comfort of times now past, a small child on her lap she looks over, true love still radiating through those eyes not aged by life. The moon cooling the air as she smiled filled with the love of the years.
But she simply walked by. The thought saturates the stomach who has refused to let her go. And yet my brain turns me back around to continue walking to school.
“excuse me.”
“Oh oh… I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention… of you dropped… let me get…”
“I GOT IT.”
A tattoo on her back, lacey underwear pops out of the back of her jeans. She smiles a knowing glance. She shifts her red hair off her brow with one quick flick of her hand; an alluring move, that most certainly wins. A sparkle in another region takes over the brains consciousness.
“I wonder why she has that tattoo? Does it really say anything about her? Her upbringing? Did the smile mean anything? Is she interesting? Does she study politics? Medicine? Wonder what she looks like naked
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