Wednesday, December 10, 2008

97.So close to reaching that famous happy end, almost believing this one's not pretend.


A slip of light bounced off the shine of her hair, a strip of golden flame flares up, blinding his vision. They were embracing, love slinking down their thin arms like silk, slipping through their grasped fingers smoothly. Their blood was ringing with ardor, the aroma flooding their robust frames, an inundation of passion parading through their bloodstream like a sudden rush of adrenalin.

His eyes seemed to linger over hers, the intensity of his gaze and the golden shine from her hair forming a pear shaped tear at the side of his eye, struggling to slip down his cheek. Their bodies were radiating with sunlight, forceful yet restrained, vigorous yet subtle.

The smile playing across his lips were familiar in her eyes, as if that mysterious twinge at the corner of his lips were only meant for her understanding. His skin was flawless, each specific detail picked out by the camera soft and dark as coal. The whites of his eyes gleamed a pearly white, the pupils a shadowed brown, circling the darkness into a small insignificant oblivion.

His gaze was on hers, the ones that were greener than grass, and bolder than the colors of the sun. She looked back at him with a inquisitive glance, a humor that seemed to emit with the way her body was playfully leaning against his. He was large, and to her, he appeared as if twenty feet tall, when he was merely half a head taller than she was.

His arm was around her tiny waist, fingers peeking out at thee sides, flashing like a pretty swan on a lake, waiting for someone to notice its loveliness, enunciating beautiful scenery she was floating on, to pronounce her allure, and made sure everyone who was anyone knew she was his.

Her head seemed to be leaning on his shoulder, her red hair falling onto her face. Her emerald, glassy eyes portraying her beauty, escaping her through the wild look in them. She was so gentle with him, like a simple whisper, or a sweet smelling breeze, each capturing how much she treasured him, and willingly gave him all of her.

It was a moment, captured in time where time itself ceased to exist. A moment of sheer bliss, an eternity’s flash of beauty in the eyes of the beholder for as long as they live.

Nicole (:

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