He was divine. His alabaster flesh...sinewy, smooth, hard. Forearms rich with rather pronounced indigo veins. Inner wrists with the thinnest silken skin. Slender yet strong hands complete with long fingers. A simple silver band on his left middle finger. His left bicep tattooed with a tortured fanged skull. He was very slender, elegant and defined. He kept his black hair slicked back, but let a few small pieces hang loose and carefree. The way he would glance down his Italianate nose, over the top of his glasses...his eyes - the greenest when he was happy, elated, or amorous ; but god-forbid they turned grey when he was in one of his states of unrest, depression or sadness. His lips were thin yet soft and feathery and would me render me senseless. His face was angular with high cheekbones and slightly sunken cheeks. He was thin, but ridiculously strong. His stomach muscles taut, complete with delicious hip bones that lead to his breathtaking sword.
Our love is eternal. It will never dissipate. It haunts me...
I was young and reckless, and it was doomed from the start. He was older, but boyish in his priorities. I was 16 and he 22. He moved from job to job, had no car, and a son he sired with another woman. But he loved me. Unconditionally. When my parents found out, he called and begged my father for my hand in marriage as I writhed and sobbed on the frigid kitchen floor. He poured his heart out but my father wouldn't listen. For a little over a year we only spoke on the phone - in secret. Vowing to find each other and be together forever.
