Zuri

She looked at her tall reflection in the mirror and mumbled, "Get it together honey". She put her hands on her slim waist and poked out her left hip in one delicious movement. Zuri scanned her stature with a quick glance. Her long legs looked powerful. Her stomach was tight. Her delicate shoulders felt stable. Zuri was there. Strong and sure. A woman in her own way. Now that she was sure her appearance was tight, it was time to transform her weakened soul. Staring in to her own brown eyes in that dark mirror, she reverted back to a time when she was unstoppable. As her escapade progressed, she could taste the sweet colorful ooze of control in her mouth become stronger and stronger. She slowly began to feel the breathe of power fill her lungs. A cool calm ran through her chest and her fingers which were still holding her firm waist. It was a comforting feeling. One that she was very familiar with. Still staring, she gave way to her senses and lost control in the control.

She whispered to the invisible force that had just swept over her, "How can you stay away so long? Many roses have died since you've been gone. Never leave me again."

Zuri stood up straight, dropped her hands to her side and smiled at herself. She picked up her right hand, flicked her shoulder-length pressed hair and walked out of the mirror's reflection.