Phil by Fuzion Photography, Cairns 2017
“An admiration she wouldn’t normally entertain… if he were only a passing stranger”. JD Butler
Lady Jane is in love
His strong silhouette slipping in and out of her
periphery, and her
ebony arches rise.
Ashcat, oblivious to her wicked wanton imagination, carries on his distraction,
She murders a bottle of Brut in anticipation, while he continues to sway his hips like Arrow – taking no prisoners.
Lady Jane marvels at his beauty.
An admiration she wouldn’t normally entertain (appearing crudely shallow), if he were only a passing stranger.
Warmth, is magnified by his dark Balkan eyes shrouded in long, thick lashes – he is her lover.
He wears Jesus sandals, long sunbleached salt and pepper hair in a ponytail, a sculptured beard adorning his shirtless chest and an oh-so-sexy charisma, that oozes like Fat Boy Slim, Craig Charles or Ronnie Size and the like.
He dances in joyous rapture, while gratitude tango’s a discourse; Shakespearean words leading Lady Jane into
break-dancing lines and sonnets.
Lady Jane is drawn to the outline of his magnificent manhood, her eyes
remembering that first feast of flesh under a cascading moonlit pool, his six foot one
stature – conjuring lust and erotic embolisms.
Ashcat is her lush and she is his Lady Jane.
Gin and tonic martini’s mix into multiples of mischievous smiles – Mt Uncle
botanicals tittilating both of their senses.
Lady Jane snaps back to reality and crosses her legs,
of her petite ankles in the pantomime.
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