Reddishly yellowy foxy lady walks in the mist. Every now and then, as if surprisingly, passers-by appear through the mist just to instantly disappear. While the mist momentarily fades out, the sight of a tranquilly flowing distant river comes into view. The foxy lady feels her self to be free from herself and from time. Her senses run tumult.
A young male rider rests against his motorbike in the center of the mist. An orange glow flows rambunctiously while the personal spaces of foxy lady and the young man become one. A smile radiates on the face of the young man as he utters delightedly: "You."
"We." Answers the foxy lady baring all her foxness to emphasize that single word. "Do you want my time?"
Reddishly yellowy foxy lady saunters up the stairs ahead of the young man. His eyes are gazing tenderly upon her skin.
1.12.2008
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The red and yellow shaded fox lady is walking in the mist. Passers by appear in the mist just to disappear again. As the mist is fading out for a moment the sight of a river flowing slowly by appears. The fox lady feels free from the role of herself and of the time being. Her senses run wild.
The young male rider is leaning against his bike in the heart of the mist. An orange glow grows as the auras of fox lady and the young male rider meet. Smile lightenes the face of the young man as he manages to talk: "You".
"Us" answers the fox lady using all her foxness to emphasise that single word. "You want my time?"
The red and yellow shaded fox lady is taking the stairs ahead of the young man. His eyes are focused on her skin...
Kiitos anonyymi. Mukava saada toine mielipide :)
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