The impression's been made, even from at this distance. She's beautiful. Already, with eyes closed, the tone and accent of her voice match with the impression. Even from at this distance.
A sleeveless cowl-necked top exposes shoulders slouched just a little, sadness revealed on the horizon of her torso. Sun-embraced skin glistens as a foreign easterly attempts to reassure her with cooled ocean air and a whisper of encouragement. She does not look in his direction, instead shifting away. He enjoys the brief image of windswept strands of brunette semaphore.
Loneliness has settled within her, but the desire to be held did not relent, escaping from her imagination in the form of surreptitious tears. Salt-water slides below sunglassed eyes, emphasizing the lines of a turned neck screaming to be tasted. She continues to avoid him, instead gazing to the ground beneath her own feet. An upturn in the wind creates a silhouette of winged coiffure.
Fears of rejection nearly overwhelm her, threatening to dim such a luminescent smile. The sea breeze pauses and wings gently fold into a cleft so lasciviously captivating, sensation reminding that the world is a wonder to behold with head held high. She makes eye contact, but for an instant, and sees the desire in a stranger's eyes. Her own hand caresses her breast, sweeping her hair behind her, a moment reminiscent of angel bearing tressed halo.
In spite of the agony her in visage, the anguish in her heart, there is a part of her always smiling. As smooth and reflective as the beauty who wears it. She knows she's beautiful. And the confidence affords her the grace to walk on by.
Décolletage...
16 comments:
Her hand caresses her breast when she pushes her long hair to the back only in men's imaginations. It is funny, though. All these years with long hair and look what I've been missing. :)
'The grace to walk on by' I was not expecting that. Like the analogy of the 'semaphore'. Struggling with the 'brush' link but like it anyways,
some delicate lines...salt-water slides below sunglassed eyes..emphasizing the lines of a turned neck, screaming to be tasted...fears of rejection...desire in a stranger's eyes...beautiful imagery - you paint quite a picture here.. of hope and fear and strength and insecurity..
This reads like one is trying to rip through a gossamer film. But all action remains on the other side. Well crafted imagery, as usual! -J
oh i can see a few brushed in there...nice capture of the moment jeff...i like the grace to walk on by as well....happy tt.
This is an amazing description...I can clearly SEE her...VERY important to me, you painted her well.
Very vivid portrait. I'm glad she found the grace and strength to walk on by.
Somehow, I keep seeing her on the cover of a
"bodice-ripper" novel, the lustful stranger in the background flashing a tanned six-pack beneath the white linen shirt open to his navel.
yep...the grace to walk on by was the best part. :)
A lovely brush by, you ol romantic you. Love the idea of decolletage, very sexy part of a young woman indeed.
some very subtle brush strokes indeed. i've perused this a few times from early this morning to later this afternoon, and have discovered new layers...nice
I like how she gains back her confidence. you describe her so well, and her surroundings, very good!
Intriguing! With you all the way on this one.
Smiling through her tears perhaps?
Hmmm... This is really stunning. Every now and then you write something exceptionally beautiful about a man observing some aspects of a woman. This is one of those writes. I read it earlier and had no good words for it. At 2:00 a.m. I am still at a loss. I love your writing. That's it.
I don't know too many guys who know what a cowl-neck is. Loved the unexpected ending. This is some of your writing at it's loveliest.
Get out of my head, Willow! I, too, was thinking that not many guys would mention it was a cowl-neck.
The last line was masterful.
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