Her naked stature sat next to her reflection in the mirror,
As her head slowly turned around, her eyes focused on the frown on the reflected face now facing her, as her eyes rolled upward, she stared deep into the reflection of her eyes...
Her mind wondered how someone so beautiful could be so alone,
How could someone in need of wanting someone, had no one wanting her,
How could a woman so full of desire, had no one to desire,
How her sweetest kisses, laid dormant on the surface of her sultry lips,
How could someone whose heart was so full of love and understanding, had no one to love, nor love her?
As a two fingertips ease down her body curvature that was covered with cotton soft flesh, she wondered how no one would not love to feel... To hold... To caress... flesh as soft as hers...
A single tear appeared, and slowly caress the softness of her cheek, she quickly turned her head away from the pain of her reflection, only to stare into an empty room, with a woman sitting next to a mirror, that was reflecting her emptiness...
"How could someone in need of wanting someone, had no one wanting her,
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I do feel her pain. Wonderfully written.
Sweets, thank you... you are one of the few who reads both sides of me, and I truly thank you for that...
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line...
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Thanks much Drenchxoxo, your comment is always appreciated...
ReplyDeleteThis is very moving - I wonder where the inspiration comes from? As a man I can relate, I'm impressed you can write from both perspectives so well. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
SL
Sir libertine, the inspiration comes from within. I just write my past or present feelings, and I find that sometimes I relate them better by wring in the other prospective... Thank you for the read.
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