Tuesday, June 29, 2010


Today's muse: One Word. Today's word: Carve

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He ran his hands down her bare back, closed his eyes as his fingers travelled back up the line. His hand trembled as he caressed the silkiness. Who knew he could ever possess such beauty? A sculpture created by the gods, delivered on a whisper by angels.

“I will always protect you,” he whispered, as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Her tiny hand gripped his finger with surprising strength. Her bright blue eyes stared into his and she cooed. Though she spoke no words—at least, none he recognized—he understood what she said.

“I believe you, daddy.”


glnroz said...

Dang, girl..:)

Heather said...

I love the last line more than any of the rest, although it is all quite beautiful.