Friday, September 06, 2013
Danglers (For d.d.)
molten tears from the sweat and the skill of the lapidary who had crafted the piece in his atelier, slowly trickling down the nape of her alabaster-lined neckline to settle on the bareness of her dainty shoulders; somehow the emerald-fire in her eyes and the cerise of her cupid-lips had been magically captured in a two-tone cocktail of crystal and cut.
because he had asked she had tried these on before the blond of her mane unwound and tumbled in scented heaps as the towel loosened its grip on keratin and cellulose....
...and she could not help but wonder how her blind lover had such great insight as what would complement her celestial beauty.
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