There is a woman with long dark sometimes brown hair. 
She is tall with long legs. She is fierce. Beautiful, vibrant. Raw.
She haunts me.

Her different shades of lipstick. The glow of morning on her face before un-brushed teeth. Her irresistible charm; even more, soothing smile.

Her delicate poise and fluid walk. An angelic voice; velvety at night.

She has a coaxing way of being;
Ready to put others at ease.

Her voluntary efforts of kindness do not escape me.

Sometimes at night, I study the extension of her hands — as they attempt to hold any and all.

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