| Fpsoche Madden Heels |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|03:27 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Nosizwe - Mailk Salaam | ] |
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This was inspired by a spoken word Artist Malik Salaam's poem "Nosizwe". Get it on the FST I made!
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...But she wore those Fpsoche Madden heels that made her hover around the heavens
and right fully so, because thats where angels originate.
They didn't grace her feet often, but when they did, it was a sight to behold.
I distinctly remember anger consuming me after I realized she had drawn the attention of every male from age 8 to 80 in the reception hall. I only got angry afterward because I was too captivated to realize anyone else was even in the room.
She drowned my senses with her whole existence. The fragrant pomegranate lotion I got for her a couple of years ago on her sweet 16th passed through the air current created by the oscillating fan by the doorway, it tickled my nose. Smooth skin and pedicured feet lead up to lightly tanned legs and a maroon colored hem line. I only remember her purchasing the dress she has on at some moment where missions lost out to peacufull lulls, never actually wearing it. I would remember her even wearing something as flattering, because I would have needed treatment for cardiac arrest then too. The outfit was tailored for her body especially; the black ribbon which accented the dress made that apparent. Angled collar bones and a well postured spine reminded me of the fact that this was indeed Tenten who stood in the doorway of a hastily organized party for so function or another. Only Tenten was able to stand with her feet spaced perfectly distanced for an attack and remain able to look as lax as she does. I guess half ton battle axes do that to you.
She stepped forward. Breaths in the room shifted; some people doing quick mental prayers, hoping that she would come their way, other in awe that someone so beautiful could be a living breathing creature.
Up from lightly corded, femininely muscular shoulders were the tail ends of a few loose, strategically place candy curls that trailed out of her mono-bun.
And her eyes.
Her eyes.
The same reflective, sharp auburn undertones of the Fpsoche Madden heels were deep within the irises of her eyes.
Thick like warmed cocoa. Alluring and playful like autumn leaves flitting across a passing breeze. Mostly, her eyes held a muted sense of accomplishment that made any woman radiate confidence and sex appeal that had men knocking each other out of the way to have her name, just her name-- or maybe a glance in their general direction because Kami they've been waiting on her for their. whole. lives. and didn't even know she existed until five minutes ago--
"Neji." Two syllables passed two lips and halted what could be two hundred men in their tracks. Old men with canes and small children with missing teeth, looking, listening, wanting to hear her speak again.
Despite the blaring music all seems quiet as click-clack clack-click reverberates through the reception hall.
She moves. Oh God how she moves. Most men would have been contented to die just staring at her prone form; until they reach a higher level of enlightenment observing her further.
My hand raised (not entirely) against my will. My voice became deeper unconsciously. My heart knocked against my chest as if it were a cage bird attempting to break out into flight to sing songs of delightment and-
"You look wonderful Ten," slipped out of my lips and up the column of her neck. My fingertips traces a naturally arched eyebrow, seeing her face with padded thumbs as if a blind man searching for lost braile. My thumb glided over the button of her nose and i felt the blush flush her cheek under my palm. She looked even more beautiful that way. No makeup, no insecurites, and a dress handmade by an elder in the village were all that she brought with her, because the heels were an extension of her. Had to be an extension of her because they caught her caracter so perfectly.
"This old thing?" she grinned and placed a hand on the back of her neck. "I forgot I even owned these shoes. Had to resurrect them from dust bunny hell."
. that's where angels originate...
Vintage Tenten + Fpsoche Madden heels = Walking seduction
Rating: PG? T?
Genre: General
Summary: She walked with the intensity of the Sun. |
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