His Eyes Feel The Softness
He Sees Where Her White
Her Strong Black Pubic
The Warmth Of Her Skin
He Is As Usual In This
He Is Small
| A sheen of sunlight reflected off the light film of sweat and played across her tanned skin. But it was the tattoo that intrigued me.
An intricate vine with flowers that grew from her ankle up her leg, past her hip, around her back and into the hem of her small bikini top. Standing on the deck, I spent nearly half an hour looking through them, watching gulls diving at the water, the wind blowing the rushes on the dunes, and ships on the horizon.
I returned the glasses to the shelf and set up the stand for my laptop near one of the deck chairs. I tentatively pushed it one way, then the other. A focusing lever. I turned back towards the lighthouse bringing the lenses to my eyes again. Again the blurry outline appeared. But as I pushed the lever to the left it slowly came into focus. I had unpacked my belongings and was carrying a few things to the deck when they caught my eye again.
O Slowly Raise Her Hands
All Of The Men In The
She Had A Strong Looking
It Made Her Legs Seem
As Her Knees Sunk Into
The Light Is Like Candle
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