When looking into your eyes,
those fiery embers of amber gleaming right through me.
I look for the soul, faded but I recognized it, barely there.
You were trying to pull the familiarity within us away from me.
Yet something was amiss and amazing, hands shook and done with the usual introductions.
I saw you for the first time, I mean saw inside of you,past you,around you and saw what you really are. The first time we met, I knew- I knew you.
Every time, I stare into those eyes I get a glimpse of your soul. A feeling of awe whenever our eyes meet.
And I know; I know you, a feeling familiar yet distanced, here but gone. I knew right then the whole infinite you. My soul recognized your imprint upon my soul.
It dawned on me then that it was meant to be.. That this whatever was supposed to be....... Whether for just a moment, a century or a decade you were going to change me. For better or worse, I needed to just take the ride.
Standing outside in a cold rain, we both talking are enjoying the moment.. Just to be... When of course I make a smart *** comment and then.. Everything around us didn’t matter for that one moment.
As you drew me in I recognized a small flutter behind my stomach, as your lips touched mine, the whole world slowly slipped away. I run my hands through that dark brownish red hair and feel everything you are... The tenderness of the touch of your lips to the deep yearning of what you wanted it to be. Your scruff rubbing against my pearly white chin and raspberry tainted lips. I smell the manliness ; your scent, I smell you. Fingertips quivering, lips trembling,It all becomes Overwhelming, loving, everything around us fades to black and the only thing I feel is you imprinted upon me. My lips are swollen my breathe is shallow as you delve deeper with those lips upon mine.
We back away and the world is slowly turning to that dull grey day, I first felt you, the need was overwhelming, just to get a taste of you.
As we turn to say good bye, I flinch, the rain starts to get cold on my arms and that devilish grin gets settled on your face; as we walk away. I turn, blushing and a smile returning to my lips. Why was that so amazing. I’ve kissed thousands of times and nothing has ever taken my breathe away. Not even “Just a kiss”
The moon is lit and the sky is bright with the glow of the moonlight. I was no older then seventeen, when you changed my dreaded life...
My feet echoing down the hall reddish curls flowing down my back, the feel of cold stone upon my feet, no need to dress, running just a few beads of sweat. I have this need to just get away from this life. I want to run, be free and never have to listen to a dreaded scream from a kitchen maid again.I needed to write.
The music flutters by; as I get a glimpse of the masquerade inside, masked people just dancing and drinking away, as I run past I am free and can only run to the gardens. Book in hand and wind at my back, I sit down just to relax.
As I sit, the air scented with roses and lilacs, I take the scent in, the feel of the cold bench, the smell of the crisp air, I sit upon a stone cold bench. Breathing just to relax....
“Lucky is my life in this castle, to the outside view, within the castle walls I feel caged. Small and unhappy nothing but leery voices, filled with dread echoing upon the walls, dreary and dreaded my kingdom might fall...”
I feel something, this ache inside my heart, connected to something, an energy, it felt familiar and comforting. I stop writing in the moonlight, and look up to see a man a shade darker then me, big fiery ambers that dwell with his soul melding me into utter silence as he walks ever closer. I hold my breath taking in his beauty. He towers above me, his warm fingers entwined into mine, as I gasp for a breathe because his beauty was beyond any I had seen, his dark hair molded perfectly to his face, long back locks shoulder length and ravenous his lips slip onto mine,a warm inviting kiss that leaves me familiar and filling me to the brim with a quietness I had never felt .His warm inviting hands intertwine into my porcelain skin, his lips pasted upon my own, leaving his soul bared and open.
He slowly pulls away for no words could say how wondrous that could feel. I watch him hand me one single deep red rose, thorns abound, I grab this rose and hold onto it for dear life. He walks away, no words, no Good-bye or even who he was. My mind wonders back to this moment day after day... The questions starting to rise and brim within my head.
Never had I been kissed before .....
Who was he?
Insert from a book I started writing a few years ago..