June 19, 2009
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Her legs were tan, her toes red. Out of the shower into the towel, she had plenty of time. The mist under her arms stung but smelled sweet and clean like summer. One long leg lifted, she oiled it, admiring her strength in the mirror.
Looking out past the bedroom window she could see the circular drive below. The sun was going down and she would be cold in the backless dress which lay waiting on the bed. She must find the Venetian shawl.
She let her hair out of the towel and strode naked through the hall, letting her lotioned limbs dry in the night air. All the windows upstairs were open…
Remember Midlyobsessed? He used to do these intros just to tease us. It’s kinda fun; you should try it.
Comments (5)
Well, I’m sitting here in a towel with dripping hair. I suppose I’ll go lotion my limbs
Oooh that does sound like fun. I used to do them for writing exercise. Shoot. I need to do something like it again. I have been stalled with piddly ass poetry that even I cannot abide lately.
I like this one.
…yes, you have teased us here ; )
Don’t remember him and NEVER have the time to really write two coherent sentences anymore.
miss him. he checks in rarely- but he never writes- which makes me sad~!