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 Leaning back on the swing the young woman let the air rush through her long sunset kissed tresses. As she turned her head slightly, her bright blue eyes fall upon the attractive man standing next to her. His alluring gaze following her back and forth movement. She wondered what he was thinking. Perhaps he was dreaming of what might happen next, like she was. Her eyes lift briefly to the heavens as she recites a childhood limerick and wishes upon a star that he would kiss her.
She brings the swing to a stop, her feet planted firmly on the ground. Smiling he steps in front of her. His body brushing against hers. Trapping her between himself and the swing. Slowly he reaches out and grasps a handful of her long, silky hair. His lips finding hers in a gentle kiss before he pulls her head back. Tilting her face up, forcing her to look deep into his possessing eyes. His other hand tracing down her pale neck and along the opening of her shirt. His fingers caressing the warm flesh of her breast beneath the flimsy material.
He holds her in this position, watching her emotions flutter from passion to fear and back again. Her tiniest movements reminding him of a kitten. Her eyes glitter with mischief as she leans forward and bites at his neck. Feeling her moist lips against his chilled throat, he breathes in deeply. Inhaling her intoxicating scent. Griping her hair tightly once more inclining her head back as he smiles down into her eyes.
Moving in close his body pressed hard to hers, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers to her. 'I have a friend who owns a lynx. One night the lynx came into the room where I was laying. She circled me on the bed, moving in and out of my sight. As I lay on my side I could feel it behind me. Breathing on my skin. It's teeth gently grazing the back of my neck. I let it play its game for a few minutes before I reached back and grabbed the thing by the scruff of the neck, slamming it to the floor.' He stopped and stared into her vulnerable eyes. Searching for understanding.
Finding what he sought he reached for her hands, pulling her from the swing, leading her down a tree lined path. The night bursting with the sounds and smells of spring as they disappeared into the darkness.
liza Magill spring 2000
| Thank you to all those who have indulged my childlike side.
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