His Love For Storm

He laid next to her, incognizant and numb. His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color. Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the 'white girl'. His blue eyes long since faded to a light bleak gray. His un-kept auburn hair is weighted down with natural oil and perspiration. In their relationship, they were self contain and relentless. They both were destined entities with shared infinity of fortitude. Even with opposite personalities and culture, they were an adhesive pair. She was strikingly beautiful, a goddess with piercing brown eyes. Eyes that told a tale of misery and pain. Her tall curvaceous slender frame moves about gracefully, like a beautiful black swan. These were the thoughts that he entertained himself while waiting for the euphoria to devour him. The dome light in the ceiling along with the wall scones brought a howling glow against her honey color skin. He fancied that she was even more beautiful in the morning light or was it the evening sunset, as swift the day passes with her. Black as a raven's plume was the color of her hair. It was long and wavy and it contoured her beautiful face. He was enchanted with her from the first moment they met. He knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her, Even now while they were on the moon. Even now while he is romancing the 'white girl', his love for her staid true. The ecstasy from the 'white girl' pales in comparison to the passion he had for her. She was his infinite reason for living, his breath, his sun, his clinging song. In this restless world, when so many things were unsure, she will forever be his. She moved softly against him. She whispered, come take me. It was blissful copyright 2016 Torsional Storm