| Friday, August 04, 2006 |
| black velvet.... |
I heard a man talk of his love for a woman. A love so sincere that it made me sigh. True romance one can only hope to experience.
Caressing her imperfect body, he felt perfection. He saw perfection.
He handled the black velvet cloth and thought of encasing her form in it, so that she might feel sensuous and luxurious with his love wrapped around her. He would make this dress with his hands, fitting it carefully to drape the woman he loved.
Separated from his love now, he remembers her form in his hands, in his eyes. Tears lie behind the thought of that cloth strewn on the ground, dirtied by trampling feet, never to be worn. |
posted by MsApples @ 6:16:00 PM  |
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About Me: 46 year old NYC Cuban Love Goddess, now residing in MIA, divorced, mom to 2 teenagers, overworked & underpaid educator to loving, yet outta control students...I am intelligent, creative, sexy, compassionate, funny, sarcastic, loving, fucked up, romantic, spontaneous, moody at times, confused, confusing, a bit geeky, helpful and helpless at times, a good listener and a good friend.
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