Exposed, but so hidden. It makes me think of some sculptures I’ve seen, the neck curves like a swans out of taught skin and collar bones. A figure adorned in the finest things, but distant as the moon, the lips are the jewel, clear and defined as the morning sun. Desires set me on fire. I find the hands fascinating, the way they seem to be as one, many limbs and set on arms crossed in representation of her power. She has power over the shadows in your mind, a very great power indeed. This living breathing statue of desires.