What bore most meaning recent. Was my vantage as a
pause from my life exceeding decent. Manual breathing as I seen her. Like she
stepped out of a renaissance nude scene into modern dress and into my tunnel
vision. Balancing her slip on shoe on the cusp of her toes revealing a creased crescent.
Arch, leading to a peering ankle joint, gradually increasing in circumference
to a pivoting knee. Exhaled condensation quickly wiped off, leaving the image
of true beauty. Not a model but a confident female with a stare as intense as a
husky, draining me of pride, as an abrupt bus departure brings the curtain down
on my private show. Never to see or to know this temptress with a whole other
life I’ll never get the chance to explore.
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