Sway

Sway, Sway, Sway
The movement the young girls made when going down the road,
Their cloth tied around their waist could not hide the beauty of their voluptuous thighs
The shape of their bodies,
The outline of their waistbeads,
The points of their upright nipples - Youthful as they come.
Their chests heaved up and down in unison with their walking, with their girlish laughter.
Sweat glistened on their exposed skin giving them a glossy look.
They were girls in their prime.
Suddenly they stopped.
A beautiful full-bodied woman came towards them.
She was very curvaceous, her breasts hung lower, her hips broader but there was something about the movement that was different.  Her waist was thicker with ripples and mounds, her arms fuller and back firmer.  She was a woman in her prime.
Who could beat that?
The girls looked as she passed and said among themselves “One day we will be like her”
The envy showed in their eyes as the proud woman went by, balancing her goods on her head.
She was the most sought after woman in the village; widowed two years ago she had mourned deeply and now blossomed as the dark veil off death was removed from her and exchanged for white purity,
She had confidence, knowledge, wisdom and the experience of love, pain and loss.
She could weather all storms that came her way,
But right now she just lived for herself and loved her family and it was that  mystery about her that set the young girls staring, the young men heated and anxious and the old men nodding their heads knowing their time was past as the beautiful woman passed by swaying, swaying, swaying.