He approached the backside of her sleeping form, feet moving soundlessly on the soft surface. Stirring, her chin lifted towards the intruder. Narrowed eyes made him hold his distance. Taking a deep breath, he could not stifle a shiver. Her golden locks and musky scent pulled him forward, as if engaged in a solitary waltz. Nearing her, he reached out. His peaceful look invited her to join him. Coyly looking down, she slowly stood up, as if ready to run. He bowed low, then resumed the prancing steps. She followed, as the tempo increased, blending brown and gold into a flowing stream towards the stars.
E. Clough
E. Clough
I love this - thanks, Evy.
ReplyDeleteI imagine them melting into a pool of each other. The tension of his approach and her possible rejection heightened the relief when they did finally consummate.
ReplyDeleteOkay, am I totally off my rocker or is this an equestrian (or better, unicorn) love? I am hoping it is, because otherwise, I have some serious issues to explore.
ReplyDeleteIt's fascinating ...