“I think you are incredibly beautiful,” the intoxicatingly velvet voice whispered. Midnight in appearance, his radiant black skin shone bright yet mysterious like jet black sand upon a shore of high tides in the pale moonlight. He uttered words in a fashion I hadn’t heard in all my years of living and breathing, hearing and seeing. He spoke in a manner that caught my attention from the very first words, they escaped his lips as if he were fleeing from danger. I’ll never forget it. His words. Lips. Poetic in nature, deep-seeded thoughts he unveiled right before my eyes. I witnessed him peel back the layers of his soul firsthand and through my peripherals he exposed his inner spirit, his truth, he owned that authentic part of him that was carefree, yet convicted. And at the same time, he took ownership of me. Distinct meaning elements of speech, he delivered them from a place men rarely go, and he courageously delved way below the surface to pour his heart out for the woman he had grown to love in an instant. I tried to hide inside a beautiful space. I held onto my joy as I lost grip of my sanity but compared to the love I had for him, it was all so second place. I can’t escape him. Isaiah… FOOTPRINTS IN THE DARK, an Eye of the Storm Short coming soon, only from Elissa Gabrielle...
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 19:18:03 +0000
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