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- From: an183@anon.penet.fi (Mark O. Zorro)
- Subject: Purple - a vignette from Mark O. Zorro
- Message-ID: <1993Jan23.033251.13970@fuug.fi>
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- Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 18:05:16 GMT
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- Vignette: Purple - A Real Experience
-
-
- A shade of purple. What a beautiful color, especially on her. Her soft
- turtleneck sweater is striking in that color. I looked at her face from the
- side as she talked to a friend, oblivious to my stare. The sweater really
- does frame her long neck very nicely, and from all appearances seems to support
- her chin as if on a pedestal. Looking up a little more, her mouth is very
- striking in this pose. Her lips are what many would call luscious and full,
- the dream of every man and the envy of every woman. Her glossy lipstick, of a
- hue and color matching her sweater, really brings out the natural beauty of
- her lips, though I wonder why she needs that. For any other woman it would
- be overkill, but for her... And her brown eyes, ahh, they could melt anything
- with their warmth and liveliness. I have never seen eyes that are so alive
- and so "deep" on a woman before. Her soft and luxurious hair, an auburn color,
- is cut in a trendy "pageboy" style, though a little longer - as a man I have
- difficulty describing in words hair styles, but I know what I like. Yes,
- trendy, but I know if I lived a hundred years ago, I would still find her hair
- appealing and attractive. Very beautiful, her face - for a woman who just
- passed forty, she is the equal of any woman twenty years younger.
-
- And still she chats very melodiously, oblivious to my thoughts and stare.
-
- Looking down onto her chest, I cannot help but notice the wonderful curve
- her not-too-small, and not-too-large breasts make as the purple sweater
- clings softly, yet firmly to her. She's wearing a bra, though images of
- her wearing that sweater without one flash through my mind. Her bra must be
- very sheer, I see very faint outlines of her nipples through the woolen
- fabric of her sweater. I know it's not polite to stare at a woman,
- especially towards her chest, but manly desires, curiousity, have gotten the
- best of me. What is it about the female breast that drives my thoughts and
- passion? Real strange and comical as I try without success to think about
- it logically.
-
- Continuing downward, I notice her shape to be very trim but not thin. Here
- is a mature woman, with the fullness of shape that comes with maturity, but
- yet not overweight at all. Again, many twenty year old women would love
- to have her body.
-
- And still she chats to her friend, now more animated and with laughing, still
- not knowing what I'm thinking.
-
- The feelings inside of me are stirring with this image of my lover. As my
- gaze now turns inward, I travel to a distant land of things that were and of
- things to come. We stand in a field of tall grass, the stalks gently waving
- in a cool, summer morning breeze. As I look in her eyes, her hair is being
- gently tossed by the breeze. How beautiful she is. I gently embrace her and
- pull her soft body close to mine. As I look in her melting eyes, I lovingly
- kiss those luscious lips. My right hand I place behind her neck, and my left
- hand I caress the small of her back, the feeling of her soft and silky sweater
- sends small shivers through both of us. And as we kiss, I can feel her breasts
- press against mine, and can feel her every breath through them. My left hand,
- not satisfied, now gently touches the plateau of her chest above her breasts -
- I look straight down at their fullness, and we touch our foreheads together.
-
- Though her eyes are closed, she can visualize from my touch as well as from
- hers as she caresses my chest. My finger, now at the base of her neck, slowly
- moves down to the soft place between her breasts, stopped only by the soft
- purple fabric. Reflectively she looks at my caressing finger, and I know that
- she enjoys its attentive caress, reaffirming her femininity. Almost playfully,
- but with a seriousness of desire between two lovers, my finger moves to the
- left, and brushes over the tip of her erect nipple, which I can feel through
- her sweater. She glances up into my eyes, the fullness of her irises reveal
- to me the depth of her passion. They look like deep wells of crystalline
- water that never never end. We kiss again, only with more passion and
- desire...
-
- Just then a voice calls out to me from outside my dream world. I startle,
- and hear you, my lover, calling me, beckoning me back to reality. Two times
- you had to call, and I finally answer you almost sheepishly. You chuckle,
- saying something about me being a space cadet and that I must have been
- dreaming. Little do you know what I was just dreaming and that you were the
- center of my dream. On second thought, with that sly little smile on your
- face, you probably know...
-
-
- Dedicated to J.
-
- Mark O. Zorro
-
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