Comments about Oleg Yerov
She reveals it all to my awakened senses.
Strapless, somehow holding steady as if glued to her soul,
it cuts slightly above the knee.
Every movement effortless,
creating waves of her beauty crashing into my heart.
For a woman can hide nothing clothed in a dress.
My eyes follow each delicate white flower,
evenly dispersed throughout a baby blue sea.
Nothing my mind conjures can compare to how it much feel,
to run hands along the individual petals.
Each one opening a doorway to a wonderful memory.
Slowly passing her, hidden in a thick crowd, ...