Her love was longing, desperate and sweet, His ever tender and dear in fairwell. Eternal though they were doomed to breathe with their love as aching blood, their time together was fleeting as she was soon to part. No words spoken, each by tresses of everspun hair and dearest caress bespoke longing in gossamer promises neither knew the other could keep. The mists of time fell in as eldrich green the moon lifted the tropical sky. She pressed deeper, knowing the moment's winter, noting the scent of his skin, the kiss of his hair, the caress of his lips...
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Jonelle Gibson 14 Apr 2005
love this excellant wrkAris Stathakis 04 Apr 2005
well done DanielKelli Huyette 08 Mar 2005
I can't believe what you can do with a pen and pencil, Great Job!kyle conway 08 Mar 2005
great contrast between the background and the figuresTabitha Borges 08 Mar 2005
the details are very good and the emotion is wonderful...