Post by Irish on Apr 7, 2007 10:14:39 GMT -5
Venus carried her self carfuly threw this land like a soft breeze threw the hearts of men. Her body was painted black and white. Her plumes were white and her tassles ebony and ivory. She stood at a round pond where the green rain fell on her wrapping. She found she felt empty inside, like part of her was literaly missing. She was not enormous nor puny but thick and well built. She found her soul was captivated and she could not move for some force was embrassing her, she didn't want to move either. Venus instead found her self walking into the center of the pond, captured by the beauty of Ireland.
