Her round breast and round arms exposed from her cotton white night gown, she seemed to be a mysterious entity wrapped in flesh. A porcelain antiquity whose eyes windowed a force that longed to be in a world of its own, she gazed into the night hoping it would stare back with its assertive resolution, but only the mortal aesthetics of the city night shown back with its mulish face.
It did not matter that she stood for minutes or hours because she knew the answer was the same as was it many nights before. Her lonesomeness was the companion that reminded her that no absolution would be given to her yearning. Even as she stood underneath that star filled blackened moon filled sky with cool winds rustling and swirling from nature’s breath brushing across her cold feet, caressing her thighs and arching her back in near orgasmic delight, goose bumps arising sharply as did her nipples from her supple heaving breasts as her belly felt a tickle and her golden hair elevated inches above her shrugged shoulders as if a invisible lover was rubbing his fingers through her hair and body. No, not even those erotic autumn night winds could full fill her desire for her beloved prince.
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