|"Leaving little imprints of the silhouette of you." - Coco Brown|
For as long as I can remember, I had never believed in magic.
As I child, I was the youth that insisted on knowing exactly how a magician performed tricks rather than add to the overwhelming oohs and ahhs of other children in the audience. I wasn't convinced, to say the least. I figured - if he or she practiced real magic, a gift so precious would hardly be wasted on existence as insignificant as spoon bending or pulling a rabbit from a hat. Such amazing ability, in my opinion, is better served by paying homage to some of God's more precious creations, particularly women.
Or, in this case, women in sundresses.
I know what I know and what I know is never enough. But there is something to be said about women in sundresses. Something subtle, yet daring. Reserved, yet revealing. Good and gentle. Unlike the fine art of producing illusion, women in sundresses accomplish desired effect, naturally, void fake supernatural capacity. Show me a woman in a sundress and I will show you a true enchantress in all of her feminine glory. For awhile now, men everywhere understood this fascinating appeal, although never truly articulated in words. For the most part, we knew of the affinity surrounding women in sundresses. One that warranted our attention and left us taken aback.
Women, period, are visually pleasing regardless of whatever garment worn. This is true, whether it be in the form of a pair of nice-fitting jeans, shorts, skirts, mini-skirts, maxi dresses, bikinis and so forth. Jeans and shorts accentuate the hips, thighs and oft-commented backside. Skirts do much of the same as well as bring attention to the legs. Bikinis, well, bikinis simply cannot be denied under no circumstance.
Still, there is an immeasurable quality that exceeds sundresses. One birthed in intimacy. If I had to say, I'd begin by expressing how sundresses emphasize the underrated arms, neck and shoulder area which, according to whatever body lotion massaged, leads to an irresistible mixture of fragrance and natural aroma and sun-baked skin. A potion which settles nicely into the woman's cleavage. Then there is the matter of legs and feet which also offers varying degrees of felicity. If said woman is blessed with enough good fortune to be the proud owner of pretty feet slid comfortably into a pair of sandals, attached to legs so richly-sculptured, then it's safe to assume her footsteps double as rhythmic heart beats, pounding inside of a man's chest. Cast hopelessly beneath her spell, as she captures his breath every wind-blown step of the way.
You know, like magic does.
Alas, one would imagine the man's wand is waved around the bare essence of a woman. Well, it is, but not really. A man's scepter is centered around stimulation. Or imagination, if you will. Sundresses capture this flight of fancy in a most convincing manner. If you are like myself - someone who appreciates simplicity in a woman, then you are not the biggest fan of clothing too revealing, as nothing is left to imagine. Sundresses offer a sound idea, yet allows men the opportunity to form mental images not readily present to the senses. As a kid, I longed to create the same magic that garnered the undivided attention of the audience. Somewhere along the lines as an adult, I recognized the fact that incantation hardly lies within intrigue. No, I fully understand now that it's all about lasting impression.
Women in sundresses accomplish this presentation, quite masterfully.
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