Her Fascination of Suits

“Hey! Are you listening to me?!”

Those linen pants, stretching down from the floor and up into my eye of sight, neatly administered to a body none the less fitting to a person such as her in height, if she was seated, as she was at this time. Neatly ironed, the grey stringent colours flowed omnipotent caressing the masculine clear edged body. A cause of harmony altogether.

Her eyes flashed from the deepest thoughts only halfway into reality. Touched by a dream her hungering eyes avidly licked in the images of his grey dry-cleaned jacket smothering the clear images of reality into crumbles and curls in the power of her sloppy yet eager hands. Further up her oceans (of hunger) met his hazel, entwining, rainwater to the dirty ground with the only fixed sensation stirring. Trees were rising to forests, the fantasy thoughts gripping the reality.

As branches of vine enveloped her arms, hands and body while their eyes were fixed, to grow, something unnaturally natural. Another control stirred, desire was upon them

For the green lush forest of spring had entered them, as they soon would, each other.