beauty,
in mystic aura wrapped,
she walks.
her soul,
mystery,
wells in her deep eyes of
brown, or blue, or aqua marine.
in face of ebony, or of milk.
with a toss of her hair,
flaxen or blackest silk
she proceeds
down the track,
along the street
turning heads,
breaking hearts,
and
making fools, and cowards,
of men.
woman she is.
mystery,
wrapped in beauty,
she walks
elegant style and flow ... i just would hope she does more than break hearts and make fools and cowards of men ... beauty is a balanced force ... well at least in my opinion ...
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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O yeah, this is gorgeous! And it's up to men to figure her out--'twill never happen. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)