WWWP

December 25, 2019

The skies are a brilliant blue on this cloudless day.

It’s a great day to enjoy a walk among the sagebrush and Quaking Aspens.

The leaves of the trees hum a song in the breeze that is blowing in the afternoon sun.

She walks by slowly, unaware of my presence or gaze.
A perfect image is etched in my mind. Like a timeless photograph, I revisit it often.

She is captured mid-step. Her right arm reaching up to brush away a lock of hair from her eyes.

It’s hard to determine exactly what it was that captivated me.

Her skin kissed by the sun. Lightly tanned. Soft and tender.

Her bronze hair shinning in natures purest light as the breeze pushes her flowing lengths over her left shoulder.

The positioning of the sun at this exact moment creating light and shadows in a mosaic down her face and to her right shoulder. Her eyes look towards the ground.

Her facial features partially hidden in the shadows. My eyes tracing the outline. Searching harder, I can see her nose and her mouth. Her eyes, though hidden, are caring and kind.

Her body adorned in a Native American inspired dress made of a soft white leather. Long fringes hanging off each short sleeve are also drifting to her left in the breeze. I can see what appears to be colorful beadwork wrapping around each arm and across the center of her breasts. I can’t make out the details but can see the reds and possibly blues perfectly spaced in the design.

The dress fits her figure nicely. Her arms flowing freely from its loose clutch. Her breasts press firmly against the soft leather creating the beautiful curves of a woman.

As quickly as she entered the depths of my mind, she disappeared. It’s only the memory of the moment I’m left with. Sometimes, memories are all we have.

-Wykid

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I like that it's a "Native American inspired" dress but on a white woman, so romantic.

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