There’s a girl in one of my classes that I like observing. Although, first I must explain that one of my obsessions are women. Women are interesting, delicate, surprising, delicious and captivating creatures. This girl in my class is one of them.
As I sit behind this girl whose name I’ve never gotten; her body language begins to give me a picture of who she is. She is, as Jose Garcia Villa would say, “as slender as a bell.” The clothes she wears masks her physique but is obvious when she sits down. Her polo embraces her hour-glass waist, showing the smooth magnetic slope that falls to her hips.
The manner of how she sits is most curious. She crosses her legs like man, for reasons I do not know. Probably because she continuously strokes her inner thighs. It is for pleasure? I do not know, but the room is quite cold, so that might be the reason. How I wish I could probe into that mind of hers. Everyone else in the room consumes this freeze by chattering, laughing and shifting uncomfortably in these old wooden seats. Continue reading “Movement 2: The Girl in Front”