I
remember the first time I saw him, the effect of his presence, the striking
beauty of his being. In my mind, I can catalogue the details, though I wasn’t
aware at the time of how intimate my gaze must have been to him.
He
stood apart from me, six feet in height, the heeled boots made him appear
taller. He wore jeans, soft, worn, faded denim that fit like a comfortable
glove, smoothing over lean, muscled thighs like a lover’s exploring caress. A
dark leather jacket stretched across broad shoulders, collar raised against the
chill breeze, a hint of black cashmere at the slightly open front of the coat.
I
don’t know what sort of squeak I must have made, but he turned and looked at
me, and my knees shook just a little. Everything hit my senses at once, the
incredible impact of eyes so green they’re the finest jade; thick, well styled
black hair, not quite perfect; and the slow upward curve of full, sensually
sculpted lips. He took my breath away, or maybe I just stopped breathing?
To my
absolute terror and delight, he turned and walked toward me, casual, graceful
strides that telegraphed confidence, ease with himself, and the kind of power
that is born in self-awareness. I looked up, memorized the planes of his face, the
feathery tracings of lines that fanned from the corners of his beguiling eyes,
the silken texture of his stubbled jaw. My fingers longed to reach up, to touch
him.
When
he took my hand and lifted it to drop a whispering kiss on the backs of my
knuckles, I knew the tremor of response that rocketed through me was visible to
him. When he spoke, voice accented, tone roughened with just the right amount
of gravel, yet honeyed with seductive knowledge, he took possession of my soul
and would own it forever…
To see the face of this extraordinary man, visit:
© 19th
May, 2013
Hmmm totally yummy!!! April
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