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An excerpt from a book I am writing...
Sometime in my adolescence I started noticing the feminine form. Or at least I thought so. I fell in love with the curves and how they made a dress move and gave jeans life. Sometime in my adult hood my ideas of what a woman was did a complete reversal. And that’s when, for the first time in my life I really saw the feminine form.
The true feminine form cannot be seen in a photo, in an art gallery, or in any movie of any rating. To see the true feminine form you have to look farther than you have before, deeper than most people care to look, and all while holding your breath. It starts deep in the soul of a woman, riding on waves that we refer to as “charm”, and is always present, even on her worst day. It’s often missed despite filling rooms and often misunderstood despite being offered freely. It pours out of a woman and hugs every part of her. Wetting her lips, shimmering off highlights in her hair, and creating the real curves of her body.
