New Romantics
She is a temptress, a seductress at it's best. Yet too young for the thrill of sex, she could easily wrap a man around her finger in a matter of seconds. She liked the feeling how they touched her, they were gentle towards her. She was merely a little flower, tossed into the world to rot like the rest but, some how she kept in bloom throughout every season. She wasn't perhaps ready for sex but, that doesn't mean she can't act like she wants it. The actress.
The ebony lady, gracefully strode into the frosted field. She enjoyed the cold rush of winter that tossed her glossy silver mane in different directions. Strands seemed to dance a secret ballet for those who dared to lay eyes on her. Her silver glossed hips sway, her first move of seduction.
Her body is tense at first, but soon relaxes towards the constant motion. She had not perfected her tempting nor practiced, it was a scene. Like a classic romantic love story movie, she was that girl. Inky black lobes, gently proceed to listening to what near conversations she could, she couldn't hear too much but the soft vocals of song birds that decided to stay for the bitter season.
Frost began to become freckles upon her silvered coat, as she trudged through a petite patch of deep snow. Taking a sharp turn around a large willow, she stayed in solitude for a moment, allowing herself to gather it together. Returning out of the coverage of the willow, she heard an imaginary voice:
1.......2......3....... Rolling!
Heartbreak Is The National Anthem
OCC: Sorry for the short post, still figuring her out