Orange.

October 16, 2008 § 2 Comments

The paths are coated in rich oranges and soft born yellows.

Whispering.

Leaves scattered.

Twinkling to the ground lighter than the points of toes.

Halos.

Allowing herself to be free.

Alone.

Mind.

Imagination.

Overtaking all.

Tingles.

Excites.

The only place to escape.

Curves.

Obsession.

Porcelain skin.

Autumn is now here.

Hands.

Legs spreading.

She’s on her own.

Eyes open.

Wetness.

Desire.

Utter passion.

Deafening against the thick line of silk winds.

Orgasms.

Words.

Calming.

This is hers.

 

© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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§ 2 Responses to Orange.

  • max says:

    ahhhhhh, solo time. know it well.

  • Jasper says:

    Absolutely stunning. The way you blend your stories to create a passionate piece of writing centering solely around the scene at hand is trully inspirational.

    I enjoy your work, it is so sensually pleasing I can’t help but come back again and again.

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