There's something about the ass of a woman that feels visceral.
It's the pleasure entity, the birth place of humanity and the resting place of a sitting woman.
Sitting, she looks; her eyes serene watch and seduce everything around her.
Beauty.
Calm on her steady, but absolute, power of being a woman - resting place of a man.
To see her is to forget one's self, it is to believe in another world - her world.
Made to transform demons into dancing fairies, headaches into leisure time.
Her eyes into mine and we find time.
Let me get closer.