The cool air moved as she crept into the room. Inky darkness precluded the ability to see, but the vision of her tousled crimson locks was vivid in his mind’s eye—a sight that took up residence there years ago when she first touched him. She glided noisel...
The vast lawn at the back of the house stretches to a forest of trees. The aroma of spicy magnolias, conversations between crickets, and the crescent moon pouring into the open door. Isabella sits, curled on a chair beside the door, the midnight air stick...
How could I describe you, With your ethereal mystique? Words could not do justice, Or manage to compete. Your form is of wondrous beauty, The like which no words can describe, Your voice sounds like an angel, But just a whisper from above. Your soul dance...
