The Woman From Oak Fields.

It wasn't the first time in her life that she had been alone for more than a few days but it was the first time she had ever experienced this depressing desperate loneliness. She had lived for forty years full of energy, spirit and a life lust rarely seen in any man or woman, but now the most gloomy cloud had decended and she was confused.
Though her breast and buttocks were full and rounded her body was long and very elegant with willowy arms and legs and smooth slender neck and shoulders. She still looked as if she were in her early twenties. She had the freshness and innocence of a four year old and the and the logical female wisdom of a loving grandmother.
Her reletionships had always been whole hearted wheather it was a casual affair , or as happend on very few occassions , the true love of body, mind, and soul. She enjoyed sex , enjoyed a mans body and she enjoyed being enjoyed. In bed with a man she loved she would know him totally and they would expierience the true one being of true love between two people.
Ten years ago all her friends, male and female, had started to get serious about life, or scared of it, so they had all paired off and settled down to a kind of non-existance so she had made new, younger friends but now slowly but surely they were all doing the same.She had seen so many wonderful beings become stagnant by marriage and although their lives would go on for another forty years or so, she thought these people would grow no more nor know no more. She felt that people and society in general were demanding that she grew up, conform and gracefully fade out of her social scene and her present way of thinking.
She had been pacing her flat, weeping continually, trying to figure out where the fault lay. It was age that seemed to make people conform to the mass populace but she was still so...??? Independent! From the masses. And she had no desire to even pretend to fit in with a way of life that seemed to her to be a living nightmare.
She knew if she were to play thier game she would go insane from all the uncaring, unloveable, smug madmen all around. And she was too wild to accept her seclusion.
She looked out of the French windows of her fifth story flat down at the street, the air warm, the sun shining but no consolation. At once there were no more tears rolling down her beautiful face which was now expressionless and calm as though everything had been suddenly and sadly understood. She wakled over to the full length mirror and staring into her own eyes and she slowly started to take off her clothes. Only when she was fully undressed did she move her eyes from her eyes reflection and took in the rest of her beautiful elegant body. She took in every detail from her fine neck and shoulders to her full breasts and down to her slender waist and hips and her flat smooth stomach. All the while she was thinking of the men she had loved and who had returned her love so warmly and with all their heart and her heart thanked them deeply.
But everything was now all too clear. She ran her hands down over her breasts and on to her hips and smiled wickedly at her reflection. Then her smile softened into one of pure joy and knowledge and she walked back over to the French windows then offered herself to the breeze and the street.
She smiled for a couple of more seconds.

Written in the early eighties when I was still innocent. I couldn't be bothered to write anything new. It's late. Work tomorrow. Wish I could make a living from writing nonsense!!