Argentina
Through Harold’s Lens:
You don’t know her.
I do!
Sophie.
Relaxed
Sophie casually waited to dance
Tango music moving her spirit
Swaying to the sounds of the rhythm.
Sophie loves to dance
By herself
With a man
With a woman.
Waiting to be asked.
But not for the reason the other women were waiting.
Other women wanted a fantasy.
They wanted young
Stud
Latin
Chiseled face
Piercing eyes
Hot-blood.
Shirt buttons open to six pack abs
Matted intertwined black curls to the navel
Her braless breast pressed against his chest
His pants skin tight
Firm thigh surging between her hot, quivering legs
Moist
Ecstasy slowly slithering its way up against her warm, twitching belly.
Sophie just wanted to feel her inner passion.
The freedom of dancing.
The flowing.
Sophie could dance to the news.
You feel inner passion.
The keyboard of your desk
Your fingers rhythmically listening
A musical favorite.
The freedom of letting go
The spirt rising
The release.
Doing what you love
Doing what you really feel.
Deep down inside.
Your inner core talking.
Your inner passion.
Through Harold's Lens 
You are so talented, Harold. Always a pleasure to see your photos, and your accompanying imaginative stories.
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Sarah, thank you. I try to photograph and write from the real world as I experience it. Even if it’s a bit “perky” like this one.
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Ah, maestro – the music you make with your lens! The delicate curve of the neck, The hair just so. And the flower, saying something of youth – and how fast (tomorrow morning, even) it will be wilted and unbeautiful. The tango: four feet, two bodies, one mind..the alluring rhythm of pulsating vigour. And then, welling up and up, the desire that won’t be denied. I can see her move. I hear the music. Because you saw the moment and shared it here. Thank you (I’m quite breathless – will have to do a quick Chivas…)
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A bit of perk among the dew for your South Africa morning.
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I loved the way you wrote this, Harold. If I could do a fabulous comment like Amos, I would 🙂 but I lack the flair 🙂
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Hugs, thank you. If you lack the flair, I know it is in your heart. And, that’s where it counts. Just release! Like Engelbert Humperdinck does in the song of passion “Release Me”.
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🙂 thank you, Harold and Huggs
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amen harold! I love the photo……so much!
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Thank you. Hope it brings a warm inner glow to a cold Kansas morning.
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Who needs coffee? This woke me right up this morning.
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Good morning Angeline. Are we a bit perky now?
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