I feel Her.
Lady Death stands at my shoulder sheltering this shivering form with a swept up cape. Cosseted by Her darkness, cold but comfortable, I wait to the ticking of my pocket watch.
I hear Her.
Her breath grazes my neck like that first Autumn frost. Beautiful in its own way. She moves closer, whispers in my ear, then all is night.
I touch Her.
Peace sweeps over me like celestial night the sky. Awash in sparkling obsidian, I revel in this eternity as I would an iced tea in Summer. I am Hers now and She is mine.
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Such adorable love 💝
Thank you. 🙂
Simply amazing.
Thank you very much 🙂
It’s dark.. Somehow my favorite! 😀
Mine too. And thanks. 🙂
She’s a constant companion, and so mysterious. Alluring, Richard.
Thanks, Diana. 🙂
Oh my … very lovely. Almost so sweet.
Very much reminded me how we may be in love when we were Teens.
Love is like candy and sugar – all are colourful and tasteful.
I love this, Richard!
Thank you.