Merelan
Lady's Love
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- Mar 29, 2000
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"Then dance with me. Let him see you in all your glory." Pulling the sheets from her and slipping out of bed. Her body is like a cat, graceful, long and lean. Her curves so perfect. I watch as she, all that is feminine and grace stands. No, arises to her feet, holding her arms out to me. Yes. I pull the nightgown from her, and drop mine. Wanting to blush. For to her I am beautiful, but to me. Too skinny, my breasts small and childlike next to her fullness. Her beauty. Her confidance. Yet, I knew. No one else better, how she felt about herself. Not pretty, for that was what her Father had said. Plain and simple. How wrong he was. Another reason, one of many, to hate him.
We touch hands and slowly move. An unheard beat in our ears as we start the steps to a simple dance. Her hair coming unbound and falling about her shoulders. I tremble and bite my lip. wanting to draw her near and caress her again. Wanting to hide her from his eyes.
We touch hands and slowly move. An unheard beat in our ears as we start the steps to a simple dance. Her hair coming unbound and falling about her shoulders. I tremble and bite my lip. wanting to draw her near and caress her again. Wanting to hide her from his eyes.