Literature
Sam's Nighmare 2
Come find me in the heather
I lay yearning for your warmth
Your one and only lover
Waiting for your touch
An excerpt, by me
She comes to her in ethereal caresses of love. Her scent, flashes of her wry smile and glimpses of brilliant green eyes. She can almost feel the woman’s touch lightly stroking along her arm, her back, her cheek. The gentle heat of those lips grazing her own. Fleeting memories of passion, laughter, trust and love.
Love.
Behind everything, is the love they share. The intimate bond of the heart. The emotion that really separates us from the beast. The core of the soul that makes you sacrifice everything, anything