A level above, I
saw her, with the wind pulling her dress.
Narrow and to her ankles, the thin fabric drawn across her lithe frame,
she was the silhouette of a goddess. Delight
illuminated her countenance. I was
captured, captivated. Surely, Aphrodite
paled in comparison.
With uplifted hand,
she pointed across the harbor and her ladies in waiting followed the gesture as
they fawned over and about her. Recognition
and acknowledgement proffered excitement prompting me to glimpse the scene of
her illumination. Magnificent structures
and sea fowl of every kind filled the horizon.
I returned my eyes to this heavenly creature. Her gaze fell to me and our eyes locked in
recognition of another soul.
My heart
jumped. Like the gusts tugging her
garment, I longed to, likewise, rush to her.
Oh that I could wrap my arms around her in warmth. To give her delight, love. Then her tresses fell, obscuring her vision
and interrupting the spell cast upon me.
Still in awe, I observed her turn of head and delicate fingers pulling
the locks behind her ear. There she
remained, looking about the harbor. Alas,
obligations called me onward.
Her visage remains seared
upon my memory. She stood, gazing about with
gusts pulling the dress across her form, revealing the curve of her hips and
breasts. She was regal and altogether
lovely. Surely, she was fearfully and
wonderfully made.
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