Screaming from the Inside Out

By pup pharaoh
pharaohdawg@msn.com 
 
Usually he is only consumed by the flesh of youth, in search of a perfect form, but today he watches toward the screaming. This woman so curved with softness, puddles of tears lay all around her feet, the movement of her flesh swallows the slaps that marks her back, large red blotches of angry smiles back. Her body heat continues to grow, her breathing quickens, her sobs so powerful, her struggles to endure cherished by all.

Pictures of vogue pencil shape girls slowly float away, replaced with her figure of womanhood, so soft one craves to touch, so full, so lushes this fruit that teases before him. He wonders how he missed this beauty that screams before him. He sees this woman, this lady that struggles and cries, her long red hair flies around like angles in flight, but given time falls once again onto her luscious curve. Another few slaps that shake her deeply, knees gone, feet melted away, this women of flesh that stands with her curves of painted welts of red, black and blue, her screams are no more just the slight movements of her lips, her eyes look up at the heavens frozen and white, her calm face seems to be pleading for something or maybe she is waiting, longing for her place, her time to be seen, to be cherished as the sexy creature that plays inside of her. She waits for one to see the truth that she is a goddess of beauty and of wisdom.

She stands where time does not matter, wear the pain of life, the pain of flesh cannot touch her, where her curves are not judged but her spirit finds strength to go on, to face a world of judgment and meanness. Her time has come to awaken from her sleep, a sleeping beauty I say with a smile, her eyes so warm with love, her face so tender and caring. Oh I wish someone would take this moment to paint this woman, so her true beauty could be shared with others for forever.

Tic toc the clock sounds off. My mind jumps to the moment, from a distance I see her this goddess on her knees upon pillows, a man stands strong before her, eyes locked together, smiles all around, a click echoes all around, a lock, locking a collar around this beauty's neck. A key for only him forever and ever, echoes of words formed by the heart dance all around, "I promise to cherish, to trust, to obey, and to surrender too you and only you Sir." A smile finds my face, my heart so light with joy, to see this women finally seen as she truly is a goddess of beauty from the inside out.

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Copyright 2004

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