Metaphorically, he always seemed to peel her like the most exquisite treasure any time they were in the same space. He was mesmerized by her animation and her quick wit, and struck by her pure, natural, unforced physical beauty. Basking in both her simplicity and her submerged complexity , he could only marvel at all that she was . She was a contradiction of emotional blanketing; an animated playful pony on the exterior, with abundant energies , yet surprisingly possessed the depth of an accidental scholar- that part of her she hid from most. All of this was just behind her eyes, this vital and stunning beauty that she wore in such a carefree way - like an extra sweater that she just threw on. The epiphany was that he knew all her potential- THEIR potential. He could sense the many seeds of life in her eyes. In a singular moment, a wave of realistic, almost electric ecstasy swept through her flesh, her heart, her every nerve ending. For in that moment she knew what he saw, and wanted only him to cultivate her garden. rrm
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 13:04:31 +0000
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