The word that most comes to mind for this woman is `grave.’ Not
grave as in place of the dead, but grave as in stillness, gravity, even a touch of the sad and somber. The woman has several
smiles; an evil, knowing smile; a girlish, delighted smile; a
quiet, pensive smile. But in repose, she looks grave, like a
figure on a very old monument, stonecarved eyes forever looking
out and away, at things you or I can’t quite see.
It is this gravity which I will shake.
In body she is a girl still. Long, smooth legs and arms.
A tight, athletic bottom of a totally gratuitous degree of beau
ty. Understated but classically lovely breasts. Strong shoul
ders and an unusually striking long neck, with a very prideful
quality. Her head is graceful and wellset. A mane of long
sometimeslight and sometimesdark blond hair. (more…)