However, their next meeting was sooner than expected, for they shared an unlikely moment during a masquerade in the late hours of the dazzling night. It was the periwinkle-pink, jewelled mask that caught Jefferson's eye at first. The stranger's gorgeous, gown contrasted well with her soft, almond coloured skin. Her chocolate eyes shimmered like the quartz tangled in the chandeliers above, beckoning him to come closer. Jefferson, who was wearing an over…
water on her body, pushed her body to its limits; how she wore a crown of thorns in essence she…
“What I did (no excuses!) Was mess up/her new coiffure. Like that, in disarray,/ It looked splendidly windswept” In the Ovid the poem described how much he liked Corina’s hair the way it was naturally: had a beautiful colour, very delicate and long.. The sentence above is an explicit discussion of the process that has resulted on so much harm on Corina’s hair. The author emphasis on the use of hot curling irons, which are one of the items responsible for the loss of hair. The author provided warning on the use of such items, noting that he liked her hair naturally. His interest in her turns out to be sexual “it looked splendidly windswept.”…
In Edith Wharton’s novella Ethan Frome, elements from the scene in Chapter 5 in which young Ethan and Mattie spend a romantic night alone in Ethan’s sickly wife Zeena’s absence, emphasizes the theme of personal desires versus being moral and doing what’s expected. Certain aspects, such as the time and place where the two secret lovers face the conflict of whether they should face the reality of their circumstances and if Ethan will achieve his goal of getting to be with Mattie all comes to a tense tipping point.…
and throat were entirely exposed, / And her breasts and her back were also remarkably bare"…
The dress’ skirt was a pure white satin fabric with thin tulle to make it more astonishing. It resembled an angel’s wings the way it flowed…
barefoot across the lawn, and he watched her darkened hair swing heavily across her shoulders, drenching her blouse. Then he turned and looked into the water in case there was a piece she had yet to recover its tranquility, and the turbulence was driven by the lingering spirit of her fury. he put his hand flat upon the surface, as though to quell it. she meanwhile, had disappeared into the…
Rising into the sky was a woman's shape to the bust, portrayed in tints as dusk and soft as I could combine. The dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as through the suffusion of vapour; the eyes shone dark and wild; the hair streamed shadowy, like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by electric travail. On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the…
The dense undergrowth gifted comfort to the pads under her auburn tinted paws as light shone from the stars of silverpelt onto a freshly wept tear, which caught the light briefly and rejected it moments later. It trickled down a broad white face struck with the dead song of pure and utter sorrow. Thick, once exuberant fur ran in the breeze like the tawny-furred rabbits on the moorland.…
“the light opposite our door caught the white curve of her neck, lit up her hair that rested there and falling, lit up the hand upon the railing.”…
The room itself was soaked in nothing but Tilda’s wavering scent. Her favorite fragrance of Caron Poivre’s fine peppery heat infused with the undertone of a fine woodsy drawl. The only thing to drown out selected scent was the lit candles that had a jasmine fusion burning into the air making the atmosphere sultry and sensual. Tilda shifted her weight against the sofa, the split in her dress spreading further exposing her hip as it popped out at a tilt while she curled her legs with grace after kicking off her heels. She couldn’t help but run the edge of her fingertip along her rose tinted lips until her teeth bit down on her nail - it was almost suggestive as her eyes gleamed with pride melting fiercely.…
.......Hours pass as he reads the book intently. About midnight, he draws the candelabrum closer for more light. When he does so, he casts light on a painting in a niche, a painting he had not noticed until now. It portrays a young girl "just ripening into womanhood," the narrator says. After looking upon it for a moment, he closes his eyes while he considers whether his vision had deceived him. In a few moments, he looks again. It is a head-and-shoulders vignette in a gilded oval frame. Though the painting is a worthy work of art, it was not the painter's style or the extraordinary beauty of the young lady that had startled the narrator moments before; it was the absolutely lifelike expression on her face. It now appalls him. The narrator returns the candelabra to its former place, casting the painting back into the shadows. He then looks up the oval portrait in the book.…
Maids helps to comb mistress hair & puts pearl necklace on to keep her warm when pearl necklace is cold…
“She felt as if floating in that darkness, flinging out her body like a veil,…
Surely needed! Could they not see the scarlet blood dripping, dripping, dripping. Cascading down her…