BeautifulDollFace

Statuesque, She stands just outside the car door Every muscle tensed, Her shield, Briefcase in hand, jacket hanging crumpled on one arm But a smile sighs on those crimson lips. She glides to the door Thrusting across the threshold with bated breath – Release. Jacket hung, sword cast aside, She sheds her heels sinking into the warmth of the familiar – Home. Her toes set free, playing in the carpet, Her feet rolling gently with every soft step to their bedroom. Heels placed back among siblings She slowly opens her blouse, Muscles relaxing with every button. In the mirror she stands in her underwear And lets down her hair. S