Formed in Seafoam

Grant Hope #127

Nestled in command along the shore
the whipping wind catches her sun-kissed hair
backlighting it as it serendipitously soars

While her eyes close in perfect embrace
her hand traces along her thigh
transparent in legionous layers white
around her bulging bust and great waist
she appears as if the lather of the ocean
covered just the right places
to preserve every facet of her unfailing form
sculpted in every which way
the waves part at her midriff with a jewel on its shore
propped up on one arm
the lower sea region trickles down to her feet
tonight she is the sunset along this perfect beach

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