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In a white silk summer dress with blue flowers, Sharon dances on
the porch of a sun-bleached, dilapidated old sea shanty. A full
pink flower adorns her golden hair. Her tan skin stretches taut
over her young, firm muscles. A smile shines from her face, and
her eyes twinkle like newborn stars. She is the absolute image of
youthful beauty.
The set for her dance appears to be an old mansion along the shore
of some inlet. The baby blue paint is pealing off the walls. The
Greco-Roman columns still stand, but they appear worse for the wear.
There is dust and paint chips on the ground. Much of the greenery
appears over grown and untrimmed. It is a romantic setting, one
in which sensuous dreams often come true.
When we say that Sharon’s wearing a skirt, we are being liberal
with the term. It is more like a “stretch” of silk that
covers (barely) her upper torso, yet hardly makes it past her waistline.
Below that line of demarcation, Sharon is wearing nothing. Her long
legs rise into a triangle of fuzzy pleasure. Sharon is feeling the
wind today!
Soon, of course, the blouse comes off, and Sharon is left wearing
nothing but high heels and her sparkling attitude. Next thing we
know, she’s bending over, caressing one of the pillars. The
wind is playing eagerly with her hair, and Sharon seems to be relishing
the chance to strike a pose for the camera. This is one girl who’s
very turned on by the idea that men are watching her.
We are then made privy to one of Sharon’s most private and
appealing attributes – her enjoyment of her own body. As the
camera closes in for an intimate look at what’s on Sharon’s
mind, she begins to stroke her body as if she knows exactly what
we want her to do. She moves her fingers nimbly over her breasts
and belly, down between her thighs, all the while glancing up at
the camera for an occasional teasing look. She is living our dreams
for us, touching her subtle and perfect physical regions.
It’s difficult to find words to describe Sharon’s absolute
erotic perfect. She is like a gazelle that nimbly prances through
the woods, beckoning hunters to the chase. She is like a mermaid
that emerges one evening on the private beach of an isolated ruler.
She is like the young woman you always wished you could get to know.
Sharon’s art is “letting us in.” She is there
for us, and we are glad to go.
Join Met-Art to see this remarkable movie.
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