Like magic she became a work of art


Sharply and graceful her sandaled feet and queenly her movement.

 Her skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by breeze. Her neck carved ivory, curved and slender. Her eyes are wells of light, vision, power, authority, drive but yet deep with mystery. Her profile turns all heads in awe and admiration commanding attention and respect. She became the windflower in bloom, a secret garden with a smell of peaches, organs, pears, mint, lavender and all scented woods with sparkles.
Like magic she said sell me your soul, give me your heart with a voice of melody till I became grey.

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