Hmmm I’m in a mood…relieved, relaxed, enchanted…I can’t describe it. My heart lingers with emotion. Does your heart expand until your throat feels it will shut? Glance into a world of gods and angels…
Julian didn’t want to seduce this goddess into thinking this was about sex; it was about pleasure, living a life of pleasure and ecstasy. He loved her, Dea, in every meaning of the word – in obsession and possession, in gentle touches and kind caresses, in rough, demanding passion. She is cute and shy, avoiding his eyes and blushing at the words he whispers into her delicate ear. He loves the thick, brown hair that surrounds this ear, some sort of mix between curly and straight that she hates for its difficulty. He loves it, finding a rare curl and capturing it around his finger, it was his, a silken tether to a goddess that blessed him by roaming his home in a toga of bed sheets.
Sara laid there, Michael’s angel, sleeping quietly. He lay beside her, watching her heavenly face as she dreamed something that curled her lips into a sweet smile. He contemplated running his fingers over the side of her face, brushing aside a strand of curled, black hair, or kissing her delicate finger tips that knew the piano so well.
Crushed breaths in my chest, he whispers against my lips. His powerful hands interlace themselves with my caramel hair as he supports my bare shoulders with his forearms. This playful nothingness is torture, ecstasy, and more intimate than words.
I can sit here all day, looking into your face of beautiful lashes and thick lips. Is it so wrong to admire you, to adore your looks, to find you strangely sexy? I know nothing could ever happen, but there is no stop to the silent film that plays in my head.
John could cry looking at Mia’s beautiful face with eyes full of impossibly long lashes. It boggled his mind how this beautiful creature could exist in his life; she was stunning in her sleep. But it hurt to touch her skin, burned the pads of his finger until it reached his heart and punctured it like a body stabbed and bleeding. He tried to remember her voice, the words that had fallen from her full lips; it only gave him a head ache. He left her on the bed, the faint morning light penetrating the white curtains above her sleeping figure, wrapped in the dark lime green blanket that was as soft as her skin.
