Those things preserve, I said,but you make the beauty. It was not that the death attracted me it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. Or else you can go up to Select and then All Edit and then Copy layer emerged doesnt matter because its only one layer. but isnt selecting and then going to crop in edit not the same or do you mean like being able to change the canvas size without imputing numbers in. I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs.
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I kissed her and held her, my hands free and rough over her thighs and stealing into the secret crevice, to feel there the firmness of a young woman's secret body. It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. Youll have to SAVE the image Open it with FireAlpaca with Transparency on SELECT & CROP the brush you want in said image Save as. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky. Yes, I said,God, capricious as He is he lavished his blessings on you and on your daughter, Esther. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come.
No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. She reached for buttons, but I gestured there was no need. Let me see you without your clothes, she said. She tugged at my hair, and kissed me with her eyes closed, all over my face, and quite suddenly I realized with a shock that my beard and mustache were on my face. Not an electric light burned in the place. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it.Īnd you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness.īut I had to do it.
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