That curious she, lithe and in peace. Wielder of favor -- her influence one with the power of fitful beauty. She's afore me now. And through her will bound in supposition, enchanting on wings of fortnight fancy. While intensely convulsive during her paternal rituals; I, the target of her amorous charge, am infected. With her shadowy gaze she states: Dispense with your grace dear, for sweet speed owns this union. Tomorrow, as yesterday, brings new light and love. Stay regret, however, and stay passion. Brevity and honesty will the heart to a calm repose.
Question friends: have you ever seen a living wonder? Who? Where? When?
Among the many men of middling ability and even disposition, she found success relating to extremes. White world, black woman – A truth, and not. When twice the effort would yield an infinite bounty, twice the effort is all that will do. On and on such tales go, till the moment perched upon a park bench beyond where any but the self may roam. When in extremis slid past action and tallied with emotion. She quaked mightily at her person, slap-boxing stimuli rooted deep and long and feeling lonely like suffering set-adrift. Strange times these, with their demands. Strange and lovely woman this, so apt and adept hovering over the shadow of doubt.