Perfection

Perfection

A Chapter by Charlène Boutin
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They say she is perfect... but who is she?

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     Perfection, they say, is her true name, for around her shines a flawless shield of overwhelming beauty.

     Her hair, soft and shiny, is as magnificent, and often confounded with, the sparkling rays of the sun that guards us all.

      Her glowing eyes are the sea- a fine mixture of a glorious blue and ocean green; a place where one may get lost easily.

      The structure of her umblemished face is more elegant than the features of an angel.

      And not to speak of her other various attributes of perfection.

    

     She strolls through a beach that everyone spends their time at; the wind creates little waves in her crimson dress that tightly embraces her flawless body with satin fabric.

     The orange-red rays of the setting sun only serve to enlighten the perfect frame of her face and give a gorgeous shine to her eyes. The soft and fine grains of sand caress her delicate toes as she vaccuums the beauty of the landscape around her into her soul. The sun set not only compliments her eyes; it strokes the surface of the water with a gentle hand of light, bathing Red Lake in a shiny blood-red coat.

     All around her, the finest of men, only halfway or less dressed, admire her perfection with hunger, while the jealous women stare at her with disbelief and lust.

     And all take the time to ask themselves, "Who is this woman? Where has she come from? And why the hell would she be wearing such a formal, delicate red dress to a place like a beach?"

     Until just now, she had left her sublime face emotionless; when she senses all these curious eyes around her, she stops her demarch and spies the spectators. Her eyes travel from person to person, and her refreshing gaze make it seem as if she is judging their very souls...

     Her gaze freezes when it encounters the one she is looking for.

     She endlessly stares at the young black haired man that she has chosen; other people around them look at the woman, at the man, and back at the woman again, wondering what to think of the situation, and what strange thoughts could be roaming through her mind. After what seems an eternity, her beautiful lips, painted as red as her dress, curl into a naughty smile. "Come with me," she whispers to him in a voice as angelic and sweet as one could get.

     The man's light brown eyes widden in surprise at the woman's audacity, but notheless he smiles back with pleasure. Right then, in this frozen instant in time, he wants her. Just wants her.

     A plain brunette wearing a green bikini grabs ahold of the man's hand, jealousy reflecting in her grey eyes. "Stan, let's go," she presses him with clenched teeth.

     A sad smile draws itself on the flawless woman's face. "Stan, come with me; you will get what you want," she whispers in a bewitching voice that lulls the man into forgetting everything in his mind- everything but her.

     He takes a step forward, hungering for the perfect woman who promises him such exquisitive passion...

     But the brunette, obviously his girlfriend, attempts to pull him back, without success. "Stanley! Where are you going? What's wrong with you? Did you suddenly forget about ME? STAN!" She blabbers on, letting out her tears, but Stanley is unstoppable.

     When the man reaches what seems like the incarnation of perfection, she lightly caresses his tanned, muscular torso, to the disbelief and despair of the young brunette lying upon the sandy ground, in tears. Stanley moans in pleasure as the mysteriously bewitching woman moves to his face. The subtle contact of her fingertips feel to him like paradise gathered in one single touch...

     They walk away, hand in hand, eyes in eyes, leaving the brunette and a whole crowd of confused people alone to swallow the truth of what had just happened.



© 2008 Charlène Boutin


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So powerful! Vivid and poetic, almost lyric in style, and your imagery immediately captured me... Incredible (but I expect nothing less from you!)...

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Wow. That's great! I really want to read another chapter. You have me hooked. I need to know who this woman is and how she does what she does! Amazing!

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Amazing.i CAN'T WHAT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

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Charlène Boutin
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