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| Heavenly Body | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||
| 20 April 2006 | ||||||||
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This is one of a number of pieces I wrote about people I met in Writers' Groups. HEAVENLY BODY I did not particularly notice her when we first met: though I felt a little “tug”. However, several months later, when we met again, I was quite captivated. Initially it was her eyes that caught my attention. They seemed exceptionally large, not just the eyes but the sockets that contained them. I wondered if she had had plastic surgery but on further consideration it was obviously her make up that created this wide eyed permanent look of astonishment and anticipation. Perhaps there was a Yoga position, that one held for twenty minutes a day, which over thirty years or more could have created the expression? Finally astonishment does not fully encapsulate the look. A more accurate description would be that she looked as though she was just about to orgasm! As for the rest of her, I can tell you little. Her wobbly and her fiddly, sticky bits created an overall impression of litheness. I’m sure that they did all they were designed to do. No what finally came out on her top was her gracefulness. Tripping here, flitting there, whilst I can but hover, floating free, gracefully, as she ebbs and flows. Tripping here, flitting there, lovely as no other. As you can tell, I’m caught in her spell, as she surely knows. Mind, I don’t think that her hair is its natural colour. I’d love to find out what her actual shade is. But I’d have to be very lucky. Catch her on a good day, ask her nicely and hope she hadn’t shaved her legs or done her armpits. I believe there are more intimate ways of finding out, but I can’t imagine that I would ever be in a position to go down that route! So in conclusion, she is like a heavenly body that occasionally comes close to my shabby little planet. Close enough to ionise its atmosphere, to shower it with tiny particles that burn briefly bright and to pull it out of orbit. But not close enough to have the slightest impact upon her. Should we collide, I’m sure that I would be destroyed in a blinding flash but she would carry on unaffected, inexorably following her predetermined path.
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