Rippling Beauty Of The Lake
Grant Hope #130
Emerging from the ebbing ripples of the lake
a woman with an intense stare like that of cracked ice
comes up to face the warmth of the day
Her hair straight and long rides a bit past her shoulder blades
clinging with the weight of water it has soaked in
breasts cupped firmly
clinging to and moving away from her modeled chest
the only part of her in more sun is her head
eyes closed
facing the light at her best
The ripples coursing from her seem to bend slightly as her waist begins to break the shimmering surface
hands at her sides
shoulders back
her stare doesn’t warm with any thawing anticipation
water flows energetically from her breasts down to her abdomen below
But at once with a more distinct ray of calm light
her complexion softens a little as her body and spirit dries
the water bubbles around her strutting mound as it interrupts the ripples rhythmic wake
An hourglass that has mastered its time
upside-down or right-side up every faultless angle and crevice is refined
water spread across her way
only makes her seem as hard as a time-tested rock that may guard the bottom of this lake
lifting her arms to tie her soaked long hair
nothing is as pronounced about her erect chisel
but the sleek hold that is her middle
Turning her head to the side
she still looks hardened but soft
this woman rising from the lake may be wet and a bit cold
but her heart isn’t frost
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