There she was, standing in the midst of her very own glow and fog, while the gentle mist brushed up against her face, leaving her lips puckered and eyelids retired. The savory and rich taste of love and lust filled her buds; she blossomed and thwarted herself upward & into a standing position, as she tight-rope walked down the road as normally as possible.
She was no superstar and didn't necessarily seek popularity, as a matter of fact she shunned it. Large crowds were not her thing...she was her own hero and idol, proudly.
While long-striding, she happened upon the daintiest, little cottage ever. It was gentle, sturdy and warm; she was drawn to it like a magnetic force was forcefully dragging her feet in an unwilled direction.
Filled with hope and delight she allowed herself to be desired and pulled by the magnetic force; no fighting it. It happened in real-time and super slow motion. She stood on the porch breathless and wide-eyed, just then an ethereal figure emerged from the other side of the door, she smiled and knew, she'd just arrived on time.
to be continued...
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...