Flames Of The Soul
Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames. The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my body curled slightly on the white fur rug beneath me. As the soft white satin of my gown caresses my skin, the warmth of the fire in front of me soaks through, warming my soul. My ears tuned only to the...