The Third in F-Series

Oh, the many ways she twists and turns. The many ways she appears and re-appears. The many dresses she wears, and the faces she tries on. It is rather entertaining to be a witness to the creativity, the dedication, the determination, and the energy she puts forth. Her walk will be that of a feather floating in the wind. Her posture and poise will pose like a model sitting for a painter. Her gestures will be as purposeful as the hands of a sculptor. Her thought process entertains every possibility of grasping the amorphous. She wants to catch that which escapes. Everything about her demeanor will demand that which an inaudible scream wishes to shout out. And just as the fruit of her labor springs forth and he notices her, she giggles, shrugs her delicate shoulders, and walks away, leaving him standing in the dark field of confusion. Oh, yes, he is at the mercy of the feminine.