Moon-Bred and Magnificent
She wore no glitter. Her body held the cosmos; sparking, sparkling, scintillating were the crescents of her hips, the shooting stars of her nipples, the full moon and sun of her derriere. Her hair like the forest, dark and dense, prickled like the thicket, but smooth like conifer needles. Her mons like softened, weathered pine needles blanketing the ground.
Her soul was a cloak of mystery and intrigue interwoven, flying like twisting sails sometimes straining to keep up with the lightning strike energy it shared space with inside this magnificent being.
In her eyes danced a rippling river, flamboyant flame, whipping wind, and shimmying sod. Grounded in frenetic energy, solid yet chaotic, quaking with restraint.
She is muliebrous and moon-bred. She howls with the wild. She sits in contemplation. She glows while wearing no glitter.
*Sybil Leek’s book cover produced by Signet was the inspiration for this piece of prose. It’s important to acknowledge who and what helped drive my writing this prose.
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