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A Charming Desire
Romance
 Created on 2-22-08
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Like your eyes would catch a beautiful petal flower falling from a tree he found himself captivated by her beauty as he gently watched her. She felt his prescence warming her blood, his invite rather volatile. He didn't feel like just another stranger like everyone else that sat and clapped in the ruby red auditorium. She felt his eyes looking right inside her. And like he'd stripped her of all her privacy and layers usually so finely embroidered to her soul. All of this and yet all he did was look at her. And none of it weakened her to fits of hiding and fighting expression. Instead she stepped inside herself more freely.
For Deborah he became the only one who was there. Everyone else dissolved like dead leaves being hoovered up by a cranky old granny that had a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder. And the sound of suction took them away to where she needed them to be. Nowhere near her. Instead this creature with a beard that was looking like it may have traces of gray in it; captivated her and so she danced harder, softer, kinder and yet more gracefully than ever. She jumped and spun and twinkled and shone like a little torch being used at a puppet show for the criminally insane. The man knew this....and his smile grew brighter and his eyes reflected those that are touched by that weird mixture of humor and love. How he desired this young lady.....this beautiful perfect little snowflake. Who was she and how would he get to speak with her? These thoughts hadn't yet surfaced in him because like a million others queing up in a disorderly fashion of mini tantrums they were put on ice. It caused a temporary jam and all manner of madness ensued. However thoughts crashing meant he could just float with the feeling of goodness not knowing fully what was going on. He wanted this fragile and yet bold little thing and he would have her. As soon as he came around he would know that and then have a little chat with himself
For Deborah he became the only one who was there. Everyone else dissolved like dead leaves being hoovered up by a cranky old granny that had a touch of obsessive compulsive disorder. And the sound of suction took them away to where she needed them to be. Nowhere near her. Instead this creature with a beard that was looking like it may have traces of gray in it; captivated her and so she danced harder, softer, kinder and yet more gracefully than ever. She jumped and spun and twinkled and shone like a little torch being used at a puppet show for the criminally insane. The man knew this....and his smile grew brighter and his eyes reflected those that are touched by that weird mixture of humor and love. How he desired this young lady.....this beautiful perfect little snowflake. Who was she and how would he get to speak with her? These thoughts hadn't yet surfaced in him because like a million others queing up in a disorderly fashion of mini tantrums they were put on ice. It caused a temporary jam and all manner of madness ensued. However thoughts crashing meant he could just float with the feeling of goodness not knowing fully what was going on. He wanted this fragile and yet bold little thing and he would have her. As soon as he came around he would know that and then have a little chat with himself
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The man knew this....and his smile grew brighter and his eyes reflected those that are touched by that weird mixture of humor and love.
I loved it!!!