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13 July - Original - Lucy.
Title: Lucy.
Day/Theme: July 13 – “A Dream of Fireworks”
Rating: PG
Summary: Deadly Beauty.
She was human once, a long time ago.
She is beautiful, like the flower blooms that merged in the sky in flurries of golds, silvers and jewels and she is beautiful hidden in the darkness, with only a candle to light her every footstep from the doorway to your bed.. Lucy bedraggled in threadbare cottons to the sumptuousness of silks that cover her every inch of skin, so rosy to sight and cold to touch.
You wondered what was her story, where she came from and from whom she once was possessed, all these thoughts travelled through the mind at lightning speed.. and all you thought, could conceive, was the most redundant.
She was glorious, amongst all the decay she was the most beautiful creature that your poor eyes could ever conceive; when she smiled you smiled back, and when she laughed -- you followed suit, and when she bedded you down in feathers and straws, you looked like the lovesick fool that she knew you were.
You arched your neck to the side offering her the bounty of your richness, and she took of the gains gladly.
Dear sweet Lucy, of the copper curls, abstract expression - subtle much like the Mona Lisa.
Day/Theme: July 13 – “A Dream of Fireworks”
Rating: PG
Summary: Deadly Beauty.
She was human once, a long time ago.
She is beautiful, like the flower blooms that merged in the sky in flurries of golds, silvers and jewels and she is beautiful hidden in the darkness, with only a candle to light her every footstep from the doorway to your bed.. Lucy bedraggled in threadbare cottons to the sumptuousness of silks that cover her every inch of skin, so rosy to sight and cold to touch.
You wondered what was her story, where she came from and from whom she once was possessed, all these thoughts travelled through the mind at lightning speed.. and all you thought, could conceive, was the most redundant.
She was glorious, amongst all the decay she was the most beautiful creature that your poor eyes could ever conceive; when she smiled you smiled back, and when she laughed -- you followed suit, and when she bedded you down in feathers and straws, you looked like the lovesick fool that she knew you were.
You arched your neck to the side offering her the bounty of your richness, and she took of the gains gladly.
Dear sweet Lucy, of the copper curls, abstract expression - subtle much like the Mona Lisa.