She exudes a gentle warmth, veiled in the delicate scents of jasmine, mint, and lavender.
A supple, rich, earthen glow of brown infused with the soft fire of orange adorns her body like silk.
She has doe-eyed, dark, starlight eyes that gleam above the pool of the quicksand that swirls within her mahogany irises.
Plush curves like a waterfall, she guides the gaze on a divine descent through paradise.
Soft as a cloud's embrace, her presence envelopes all like an inescapable fog.
She moves with a command that enchants and humbles, an awe-laced, graceful gait, before which all mankind stumbles, bowing and acquiescing to her will.
Everywhere she goes, the air thickens with rumors and whispers as men wrestle in a silent reckoning: is this love, or is it lust? Will she return me to dust or bind me like stone?
About the Creator
Anne R.
Life is a fable.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
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Your descriptions were so vivid! Loved your poem so much!