A Laugh: { The sound of } her fingers in his prespiring hair as he knelt in front of her
Of the buttons slipping out of braided hooks of her long coat.
The rustle of her skirt...... like the leafy edge of summer...... as she drew it up her thighs.
And when his tongue came home to her, from above his dizzied head and shoulders, that laugh again, distant at first, over arching, then closer than his own skin.
The hushed chime of her throaty laugh as he drank of her. The essence of her...
A note which left his soul singing and crazy with peace......
Of the buttons slipping out of braided hooks of her long coat.
The rustle of her skirt...... like the leafy edge of summer...... as she drew it up her thighs.
And when his tongue came home to her, from above his dizzied head and shoulders, that laugh again, distant at first, over arching, then closer than his own skin.
The hushed chime of her throaty laugh as he drank of her. The essence of her...
A note which left his soul singing and crazy with peace......
the essence of a woman. of purity and of beauty. it's odd; man will never possess it- but they'll always strive to try and conquer it. and if they cannot; they will oppress.
ReplyDeletenice post accompanying a nice picture !!
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keep writing n keep smiling :-)
Lovely post written with quite a sensous zest! great picture too :)
ReplyDeleteGod, this makes me sing- out loud.
ReplyDeleteWow! That was just.. wow! and the picture was just.. wow!
ReplyDeleteThis ain't good for my health, I'm getting old.. and too dizzy
Z, I'm writing a story on my newer blog... I'm feeling a bit drunk from blog-crawling today.. I hope I don't flick some of this thinking it sprang up from my own thoughts... yes, it's SO dreamy..
"singing and crazy with peace......" - a very nice expression. :)
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ReplyDeletefirst, thank you. i'm actually quite rubbish at photography..i tend to snap what i like. i don't quite understand the schematics-much to the dismay of my not-so-photography-challenged friends.
second, no no. i'm not studying to be a technical writer! it's part of my course. i'm currently doing my fourth semester in Communicative English and Psychology. that explores all mediums of media- print, radio, internet and film/documentary/television. tech-writing falls into print as well as internet. it's a module that is a part of my fourth semester Communicative English paper.
i doubt i'd ever do technical writing, even for the oodles of money! it's far too dry and technical for my tastes. :)
what do you do then, if not write?
it's also an odd coincidence that i was speaking with a lecturer earlier today about how our passions never translate into being our careers.
Beautifully written...Am glad you liked the short story
ReplyDeleteI'm not normally one for reading erotica, but your prose is lovely.
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