Her Eternal Embrace
He comes to her nightly, invading her dreams with unfamiliar emotions, holding her interests at bay, beckoning for her to join him.
(Should she be afraid of him?)
His body is like sculptured marble, hard and smooth, hair softer than the finest silk and eyes like Night’s gentle wellspring with the most alluring gaze. His voice so soothing that when he speaks, she dreams, enticing her close to him with the words he weaves.
(What could he possibly see in her?)
He has a fiery passion, an energy of desire, for which she longs to know. She leaves her heart open and he comes to claim what is rightfully his, her body and soul. He knows she will give herself willingly to him. His thoughts and feelings attune with hers to become one, together they are whole. His immortal kiss gives her life. She is bound to him forever.
(Should she be afraid of what he makes her feel?)
Still, he calls out to her in the gentle whispers of the wind through the darkness of night. His valiant efforts, though ignored by all others, fill her heart with a powerful plea. Physically beautiful and sensuously intelligent honored by the one he shall never see. Though she can not come to him, for chains of darkness bind her, existing in a place where no mortal or immortal would dare to travel. They love together in silence.
(Could he be the one with the key?)
© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon
