She remained unmoved!A Poem by andrew mitchell
She was stark naked
in all her beauty, but seemed rather bare, I decided to put my jacket on her, just to keep her warm, she didn’t seem to resist. When she stood at the window the light reflected her exposed bare shoulder, so smooth. I preferred her without my jacket as I came from behind and let it slip to the floor, standing back I noticed she remained quiet, unmoved. I wondered what she was thinking, in the way she looked and stared but I wasn’t surprised that was a mannequin for you. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 19, 2019 Last Updated on February 19, 2019 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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