She sat still


She sat still as I painted her, the sun peeking through the window kissing at her skin. The way she eyed me with confidence told tales her lips couldn’t fathom to speak against yet the language in her body said everything that needed to be. She was a Queen and here I was basking in her glory, staring at her frame as I painted her story.

Valerie Rene’a – Author
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Author: Valerie Rene'a

Author of Naked Tales and Hidden Desires and 52 Sandy Lane

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