Artist's Sketch
.
Her eyes
smile back
at his furtive glances
as she swishes sideways
and flings wet ebony hair
over her left shoulder,
revealing a lovely neck
and nape.
With a towel,
she caresses her
tresses, turns her head,
twists the carefree
sliver of hair. Hurriedly,
wrung water meanders
down, down her
back.
.
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