unloosed her skirt

“I understand,” she said calmly. She untied the string at the neck of her blouse and removed it. My hands smeared my thick paper with black, following the quick line of her upraised arm. Another line caught her firm shoulder and the page fell to the floor at my feet. Iris unloosed her skirt and pushed it to the floor. I quickly sketched the fall of her hair as she leaned over, and the muscles of her upper back.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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