Flame (Late post April 13th, 2013)

She watched her as she glided across the stage, her heart pounding with each jump and each pirouette. She was absolutely beautiful, every inch the perfect picture of a prima ballerina. Her lines were always so elegantly extended and her jumps were effortless and graceful in her landings. She was mesmerizing.

She felt her whole body light up from inside the longer she watched the woman. She would never know how it felt to have the woman’s lean, muscular body held tightly against her own softer, curvier body. She’d never know her scent in the mornings, how she looked just after a bath, how she smiled when she had completed a crossword, she’d never know these little beauties about this woman.

This light and warmth that she felt for her would continue to burn unknown and secret.


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