Moonlight; purple amethyst skies and her.
Swanlike movements glide; caressing the white sand.
Bubbly salt water soaks her; she wants more.
Alerted; whips around: eyes; but more…some deep recesses of altered consciousness and magnification of magnetism.
Don't move; stare.
It's better.
I'll leave first.
I'll linger always.
I won't forget.
Keeping glances…a real collector am I.
No comments:
Post a Comment