Hidden behind twilight's sight, she stood alone. Her unspoken sentiments veiled in cool cotton secrets, summoned an awakening of fragile pleasures beneath the evanescence of daylight. She longed to let her secrets seep out of her thoughts as a freefall offering into bliss.
Under the cascading birth of stars weeping from the night sky, she let her white shift slip into an ebony of evening lace, transcending the purity of her pale lipped innocence. Her covert spirit blushed in tender newness scented with the essence of crushed lavender and apple blossoms.
With a smile masking bodystatic anticipation she stepped across the threshold, pulled by the magnetic force of deepening longing. Her elegant movements transformed the air filled with humidity into the clarity of dizzying thinness. The ripe moment had arrived to taste the bittersweet nectar of unbridled love. There was no turning back.
As she was about to reach the soul piercing pinnacle of her heightened secrets, she inadvertently alighted upon a hard protruding root causing her to lose her delicate balance. Her secrets spilled out with a rollicking force, lost inside her tumbling heart until she landed splayed out flat on her back with a shuddering thump. It took her breath away and left her shaken to her core.
Up above, the birthing stars continued to surrender tears. She looked up to cast a secret wish as one gloriously shot across the night sky in front of the knowing moon.......
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8 comments:
:) i enjoyed this thoroughly :D
happy SS
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very beautiful, romantic and sensual -Meg
Lovely and literary - Mystical and musical. Love it!
AD...It was great fun to write! It felt like I was writing the beginning of a dime store romance novel.
Blisshappens...GREAT blog name Meg!
Sue...thank you! I initially tried to write it as a poem, but it didn't pan out that way.....
Breathtakingly descriptive Dana. Really lovely turns of phrase, my favourite being
Under the cascading birth of stars weeping from the night sky, she let her white shift slip into an ebony of evening lace, transcending the purity of her pale lipped innocence.
wow...amazing...! (at a loss for words) but...wow, must read again!
Gypsy....I was going to turn the little story into one of this beautiful nymph who was ready to surrender her virginity only to trip and fall on the way like a klutz with two left feet. But, then as I was writing this over the top description, I changed my mind and decided to write it with as much blatant innuendo as I could muster.
ps. thats my fav. line too! I had the words and picture in my head of her standing outside on a big verandah in a white shift....i kept seeing this ivory skinned waif in a sheer slip made of cotton. This is the picture i started with when I began writing it.
Kay....thanks...when I finished it, I had to read it aloud to myself to make sure it flowed as much like the poem i had intended to write.
The descriptiveness in this left me with such fulfillment. Thanks for a great read.
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