Passion
July 24, 2002
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Homework
Passion
Color: A deep, inviting purple with gold highlights.
Shape: Any shape it wants to take, it is very flexible.
Moves: Sultry, sexy, confident.
Sounds: Sighs, laughs, groans, and gasps, with a whisper of satin sliding over silk.
Scene:
When she entered, I though my mind had shut down. Her hair was a luscious auburn, hanging straight to the small of her back. Her face was that of an angle, a fallen angle. Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald green, piercing in their intensity. Her skin was pure alabaster. Her stance was that of a woman who had been around, and knew the effect she had on the people around her. She had on a deep purple dress, with gold highlights at the shoulders, waist, and hems. The skirt stopped half way down her thigh, and was slit on the left side up to her hip. The bodice was tight, with a very low-cut neckline, showing more then a hint of her ample bosom. The sleeves clung tightly to her upper arms and flared out at the elbow, ending just past her wrists. She wore a single pendant. A purple, tear shaped stone unlike any I had ever seen before.
She cast her gaze about the room, her eyes picking apart every man and woman in the barroom. Taking them in, studying them, and throwing them back. She was looking for someone to fill her night, and it looked as though no one was appropriate for her tastes. Then her glance passed over me. She stopped. I shivered under that penetrating gaze. My mind truly shut down when she glided to me. I couldn't think any more, just stare. I could feel her hand on my shoulder, smell the musky sent of her perfume, see her full lips forming words in front of me. But I couldn't do anything. I could feel my body reacting to her. She ran a single finger down my breast, I nearly fell off my barstool.
She placed her hand under my arm, pulling gently. I stood up and the room began to spin. She lead me out the door and down the street. I think we went up to her apartment. In it, there was a heavy seventies theme. I had wondered how she was going to get out of the dress. It seemed so close-fitting. She showed me....
That night she introduced me to a world I had never known. A night of passion. A night I will never forget. My world changed forever....
NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV Creative Writing Workshop online class with Nancy Thompson.
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