Eliza wore a summer dress, an ocean smile, a negative stance. The combo was too much make-up conquering akin to a Ziggy’d Bowie. She approached, poised, was ever the open throttle launching little bottle rocket betrothed to varied deadly sins. This Indian legged luxury, chuckling at complexion’s spell, straddled with tanned caramel, tempting behind platonic intent, content to get plain attention. She pulled on her Winston cigarette exhaling second hand effect, hexing obedience through bonds, but I encroached, and broke them. And historians will preach that history teaches everything, that behind money is power devouring the thrones of kings; but only lovers understand that a first kiss is a first kiss overthrowing political theory, that only it can proceed; utterly overwhelming.
Your last two stanzas work well. There's control and power in them. Keep pushing for that level of connection. A solid ending!
'This Indian legged luxury, chuckling at complexion’s spell, straddled with tanned caramel, tempting behind platonic intent, content to get plain attention. She pulled on her Winston cigarette exhaling second hand effect, hexing obedience through bonds, but I encroached, and broke them.' Whoa Fulmah, I LOVED those lines. Especially her pulling the cigarette. So graphic! I saw it with my mind's eye. Thanks for sharing. Lovely, lovely.
