She was beautiful and she knew it.
Her skin was alabaster with mother-of-pearl iridescence.
She dressed in layers of flowing, transparent chiffon veils that floated around her long and slender ethereal body.
She pouted thick, sensual, hungry lips resembling only those of Angelina.
Her enormous dark eyes bulged out just enough.
She chased after him.
Had she no pride?
She pursued him, kissing him desperately, almost biting him.
Was she ready to mate?
Do fish have sex...?
notes upon observing a fish tank in a waiting room
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- moonlight on my bed
- wisdom from a friend
- muse of muses
- sacred poetry of flesh
- celebrate beauty, practice compassion
- from my journals
- goddess in every woman
- dangerous beauty
- new moon ushers in the year of the dragon
- wishing you poetry today...poetry heals
- an archaeologist discovering my true self
- surrender
- inspired
- mi vida es mi obra
- goddess of women
- living the dream
- bravery and beauty
- a day of reading, painting and writing...
- truth
- Melba Debayle Tercero: High Priestess
- contemplate Mother Earth's beauty
- pueblo blessing
- winter's dance
- wild mother moon in all her fullness
- a dream - story
- begin
- positive thoughts
- two pennies
- holy curiosity
- sparks into flames
- dance in the rain
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