Passions Promise
He who defies fear, awakens love.
Common sense and fear moaned its objection. But it was no challenge for the brilliant light that shone from the charcoal eyes laughing up at him. Blake's heart creaked, its hinges rusty and misused.
Her laughter drew him in and caused his soul to dance like an avalanche. Sounds of thunder in his ears. His fingers toyed the softness of her cheek as he bent to kiss her cleopatra styled hair. Its that look he found remarkably attractive about her. His own little Cleopatra. He couldnt understand how he had not noticed her much sooner. She appeared in his life as if sent. He needed this. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
The moon sketched their shadowy silhouette like silks that fluttered and floated upon a cloud of long awaited fulfilment. Their lips clung in whispered promises of sundrenched storms.
This time Blake dared to embrace this promise;
this laughter,
this passion,
Love.
Francesca Hunter felt his heart and smiled like a satisfied pussycat. Blake Ascot and his Empire was hers. She nearly laughed out loud. Being a secretary was never her lifelong ambition.
"It's 2am Jarrod". Stella 's husky voice broke through his reverie. "You're going to wear yourself out". She was particularly beautiful in a sleep induced state. His exquisite muse with the elegance of a Blue Crane.
Jarrod smiled as he watched his wife slumber away. His own promise wrapped in the tiniest pink, satin slip of nothing.
He stretched his crooked neck - she was right. His back hurt like a bugger but his eyes unconsciously swept over the life of Blake Ascot.
Passion and its Promises are often triggered by treachery and unfounded heartache yet perhaps this time love would be written as nothing Blake could ever imagine. Francesca Hunter was in for a surprise - a ride of a lifetime.
Stella's even breathing was a sweet comfort in the cosy attic room with its light burgundy drapes giving just enough breeze. Jarrod flexed his fingers then continued to shape the violation and victory of Blake Ascot.
Stella drifted into visions of Blake riding a white stallion with a beautiful blonde damsel nestled against his bleeding body - riding into the sunlight. She smiled in her sleep.
That's how it was with her and Jarrod - he wrote and she dreamed his dreams.
(C) Jambiya Kai
Common sense and fear moaned its objection. But it was no challenge for the brilliant light that shone from the charcoal eyes laughing up at him. Blake's heart creaked, its hinges rusty and misused.
Her laughter drew him in and caused his soul to dance like an avalanche. Sounds of thunder in his ears. His fingers toyed the softness of her cheek as he bent to kiss her cleopatra styled hair. Its that look he found remarkably attractive about her. His own little Cleopatra. He couldnt understand how he had not noticed her much sooner. She appeared in his life as if sent. He needed this. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
The moon sketched their shadowy silhouette like silks that fluttered and floated upon a cloud of long awaited fulfilment. Their lips clung in whispered promises of sundrenched storms.
This time Blake dared to embrace this promise;
this laughter,
this passion,
Love.
Francesca Hunter felt his heart and smiled like a satisfied pussycat. Blake Ascot and his Empire was hers. She nearly laughed out loud. Being a secretary was never her lifelong ambition.
"It's 2am Jarrod". Stella 's husky voice broke through his reverie. "You're going to wear yourself out". She was particularly beautiful in a sleep induced state. His exquisite muse with the elegance of a Blue Crane.
Jarrod smiled as he watched his wife slumber away. His own promise wrapped in the tiniest pink, satin slip of nothing.
He stretched his crooked neck - she was right. His back hurt like a bugger but his eyes unconsciously swept over the life of Blake Ascot.
Passion and its Promises are often triggered by treachery and unfounded heartache yet perhaps this time love would be written as nothing Blake could ever imagine. Francesca Hunter was in for a surprise - a ride of a lifetime.
Stella's even breathing was a sweet comfort in the cosy attic room with its light burgundy drapes giving just enough breeze. Jarrod flexed his fingers then continued to shape the violation and victory of Blake Ascot.
Stella drifted into visions of Blake riding a white stallion with a beautiful blonde damsel nestled against his bleeding body - riding into the sunlight. She smiled in her sleep.
That's how it was with her and Jarrod - he wrote and she dreamed his dreams.
(C) Jambiya Kai
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