How tangled they may be, yet the beauty of it's rare form and flow continue to catch her audience in awe. They are drawn to her exquisite being. She has exhaled herself into a whirlpool of emotion, spinning with passion. Her power has placed them in pause. They stare. The dive of darkness has drowned a creative urge to see light, like a past life. Yet she remains dark, like a shadow seen unable to touch. And so she swims in the fluid of lust, finding her breath with the desire to reach air just once. She stops. Complex yet so simple, her seduction is everlasting. She draws mystery, darker than the deepest of seas. They sink into her eyes, sweetly drowning in the essence of her depth. She comes close, without hesitation she bites. They indulge in the beauty of her movement. So delicate yet so feared, temptation has caught the soul.
Los Angeles
Dreams/ Window writing
March 5, 2014
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