From all to nothing
You keep turning until you face away from me. You stay there and sink down on your heels again and stand still. I follow the line of your legs up to the buttocks, get caught with my eyes in the shadow below them before I look up over your buttocks and your back.
You take a deep breath, let the arms fall down and keep turning. You put your hands on your hips and look at me.
"Well?" You take a couple of steps forward, bend over the table and take the wine bottle from my unresisting hand. I had forgot I held it. Your breasts swing naked before me as you straighten up again, put the bottle to your lips and drink.
Copyright Örjan Westin 2001, 2005
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