Thursday, 23 May 2013


She was glorious. She was exquisite - and she was his. He desired to protect her, to wrap her in his arms and defy the world to hurt her;  this would be his future and his mission for life. Her voice reminded him of a bird’s song; her small trills of melody caressed his ears. Her breath on his neck fluttered like the kiss of butterflies; her scent brought back memories of their summer picnics, hot days and shared passion.  This woman would carry his seed and rear his children.  To her he would gift his life’s work and its rewards.  ‘This one is the one” his heart sang.

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