Velvet Legs

The hours of preparation, someone new is calling. The bed is a hill of dress’s, she is excited, her father looks in the door and smiles, it used to be me, he can see the excitement in her eyes. In times of old, there was always that fantasy feeling, when a visitor came from abroad.

The hairs on the legs, under a microscope, they are everywhere. On human animal or insect, hairs grow from everywhere. The tiny worker spots a flower, chances good, he will do the shake, wrestle some pollen from the flower, while those legs become sticky with pollen, how unusual is that.

The door bell rings, the final check in the mirror. She takes a deep breathe. The voice sounds foreign, adds to the intrigue. Same as those velvet legs.

Solomon listened to the storm outside, it was an easy day. Did they forget the sunshine, what makes them so stubborn he sighed. The signs had arrived in quantum, so intense they were impossible to avoid. When they mix with prophecy as well,it’s time to take notice,same as those velvet legs, amen.

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