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the birdmad and the furtive glance
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when i was about 8 years old i was thumbing through my sister's copy on the living room end table, oddly enough it was the first time i remember seeing the image of a nude woman
i was not old enough to understand the concept of arousal but i know now that it is defineitely what was racing through my veins
mixture of fear and awe and excitement looking upon the near feline grace of the woman in the picture -- an article about a health spa (yes, i actually remember the subject of the article too)
not quite profile shot of her preparing to dive into a swimming pool arms overhead body slightly tilted forward as if in preparation for the dive, supple breasts, no tan lines, chestnut brown hair, relatively short haircut, very pretty, photogenic face with no apparent makeup, small shock of pubic hair, less, i would discover years later, than was common at the time
i stared for a few moments that first time, and snuck peeks every stray chance i got until my sister had finished reading it and the next issue came, but did not contain such a wonder as the diving woman
yeah, the persistence of memory strikes again
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