Rough draft idea - Woman
Current mood: en.amor.ed
She had fire in her heart, and danger in her eyes.
Standing next to her reminded me of driving fast on a desert highway. Touching her was like standing up through the moonroof with hands overhead and screaming. Not touching her was like pulling over for a break and realizing that even though you've stopped driving the desert winds never stop. Her touching me was like a sudden dustdevil, tearing at my desire like the wind of a funnel tear at the clothes of a lost traveller.
Her look is passion, is daring, is dripping pure. Her figure is such that you drink it in gulps. You're full, but you want more.
She is the clouds racing above your head, the power that moves your feet.
Pursuant Noir.
Her feminine is powerful, and hidden.
She is Woman,
That mysterious Goddess.
