He takes her cold hands in his warm ones, and in the morning sunlight, his hair is the same golden hue as the last valiant leaves clinging to the gingko trees against the wind.
So good
And at night, when they reach for each other in the moonlit dark, there's no one but him and her and the heat that burns between them.
Cannot punctuate too happy
More than anything else, I pray for peace and freedom, not for me, but for the lady who has known so little of it.
*_*
What do women do in your world when they pledge their hearts to a man?
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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE THIS AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL LIKE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE...BUT BETTER BECAUSE ITS FOR ME :D
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He takes her cold hands in his warm ones, and in the morning sunlight, his hair is the same golden hue as the last valiant leaves clinging to the gingko trees against the wind.
So good
And at night, when they reach for each other in the moonlit dark, there's no one but him and her and the heat that burns between them.
Cannot punctuate too happy
More than anything else, I pray for peace and freedom, not for me, but for the lady who has known so little of it.
*_*
What do women do in your world when they pledge their hearts to a man?
*_____________*
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE THIS AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL LIKE EVERYTHING YOU WRITE...BUT BETTER BECAUSE ITS FOR ME :D
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