La Volpe

The colors and shapes of the beauty are muted into the picture until they are dissolved. Even the shock of the luxuriously red hair takes on the nature of a ghost. Yet it is the hair, that wonderful red hair, it beckons to the eye; like the enticing light of a sea devil for its prey. And once I follow those crimson locks, I'm inevitably pulled to those serpentine legs. I follow them, mindless and starving until I reach their end in that magnificent pose. My eyes are exhausted upon the realization I've used them to consume the tasty curves of a woman's legs, hidden amongst the shapes of forgotten machines; and yet how obvious they were all along. I follow them again, retracing with care, each curve. I follow them until: my eyes are rewarded with the raised skirt and my heart gives me a caffeine jump. I am, unfortunately, ravenous.
I enjoy this fox sitting above the rusted cages and before the worn-out machines. The picture makes one look. Thank you for sharing your talent