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Sep 2012
She walked in,
she shopped,
but I couldn't tell you
just what she bought.

I was transfixed
the way you are when you see a movie star,
but there was no slow motion,
no fan blowing her hair back.

Just.
Beauty.

All three-hundred pounds,
all soft features
bright eyes and pale pink lips

True Victorian lady.
Plump pale pulsing flesh
Smooth as marble, soft as silk.

Our meeting was brief,
I smiled, "Have a wonderful day!"
Even as she disappeared, she did not leave my mind.
Big can be so beautiful, and the lady I'm speaking of personifies that big beauty. I just wish I knew who she was.
Sam Miller
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Sam Miller
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