Through the Looking Glass
His photographic deft was either hereditary or a curse,
but he didnt know which and didnt have time to find out,
knowing that his next appointment would be walking through
the door at any moment, but it had been a long day, dealing
with the personalities of beauties in bathing suits and
sexy sirens in satin, shooting them in all different positions,
posing them against several backgrounds, making the most
of what he had, and through his lens they were transformed
into something else, and each brought their own style and
it was his job to bring out the best in them, but he was almost
spent and had a deadline to meet and the magazine had to have
a cover, and understanding he had another model coming
in, he would do the job with is eyes close, coasting through
the shoot, changing the lenses at random, taking no special
care to make this shoot no different from the last, and he
moved the lighting umbrellas to the nominal positions
and looked at his watch and took another pull of his unfiltered,
Camel cigarette, as his hands shivered and he turned toward
the door and heard it open and close and reached into his
camera bag, taking his light meter out to read the room,
but the meter jumped off the scale when she moved behind
screen and her silhouette became familiar, as he glimpsed
her subtle curves, saturated with sexuality, while watching
her undress, as his forehead felt moist, he slipped back
toward the camera, looking through the lens, focusing
on a background about to become beautiful by her grace,
and when she finally settled onto the silk sheets, covering
large pillows, below the pastel, canvas setting, his eyes
widened and he lingered for more than a moment, and minutes
passed, while his world became a fantasy of he and her entangled
in the soft silk, as he caressed her shapely thighs, kissing
her luscious lips, leaving nothing to chance, as he slid
his hands between her legs, slowly, and stroked her clitoris
and her head leaned back into his arms, as her tongue tickled
the lobe of his ear, and he moved closer to her, taking in
the aromatic essence of her soul, which smelled of lilac
and wildflowers in a field of dreams, where butterflies
sip honeysuckle and lived for the sensuality of spring,
as they dance from blossom to blossom, knowing the next
perennial is sweeter than the last, and each taste of her
curled his cheeks and it was his pleasure to pleasure her,
and he was entranced by her response to his every touch,
feeling her electricity, tingling against his arms and
legs and the ends of his fingertips, traveling back to the
nape of her neck, embracing her fullness, as they began
the slow dance of love, looking into each others eyes,
seeing eternally into an afterthought of passion and he
could feel her love touching his heart strings, playing
a harmony, which reached the angels ears and prompted
them to play melodies, so the sounds of his and her everlasting
devotion would be heard and written into the myths with
other couples of forever, such as Romeo & Juliet, Heathcliff
& Catherine, Anthony & Cleopatra, and Helen &
Paris, but the spell was broken when she cleared her throat,
and he stood still and she looked impatiently at him, as
he brought himself back to reality, accepting that he had
to do the shoot as he had intended, eyes closed, realizing
that he had already fallen once into her wonderland through
the looking glass.
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