As my cheek pressed against his With my lips just barely Brushing his ear. I held his face with one hand And whispered ever so softly, So seductively. “Are you sure You don’t want to know What my lips Taste like?” As I said the word, “lips” I ran my thumb gently Across his lips. I could feel the rush As he was overcome with desire. Our hearts thumping loudly In the silence of the moment. Franticly, he grabbed me with all his might And kissed me deeply. Passionately! Feverishly! Endlessly!
Deemed One of the Top 10 indie Fantasy releases of 2010 by Fantasy Book Critic, and listed in the first ever Publishers Weekly Indie Select issue, the original 235k word epic title was written in longhand in a Texas prison cell by M. R. Mathias.
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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lovethe way you portrayed it!
But such kisses in reality are even better.
Wonderful write.
Nico
And now I am a "Nutcase"...lol!!
Beutiful dream you had...mie was a nightmare!!
Love Tinka
good descriptive writing
catches the feeling remembered/dreamed
john+