In shadows draped, her hair cascades,
A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze,
Yet in its depths, a mystery lies,
A lover's heart, where passion flies.
Beneath those locks, a world unknown,
Where whispers dance and dreams are sown,
Her face concealed, a treasure rare,
A secret garden, waiting there.
For love, in hidden whispers found,
In silent touches, without a sound,
Her hair, a shroud, yet through it gleams,
The essence of love's sweetest dreams.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author5 days ago in Fiction
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Excellent story amazing 🤩🤩 writing style