There was as there ever was eternal starlight, kisses in the night, whispers to caress her ears, tender touch tracing comet tails upon her skin, upon a deepening love ever after. There was as she'd always dreamed late night loving, shadows dancing, silhouettes exploring possibilities she'd thought impossible before the fire, a fire too hot, but one she was willing to touch. ©December 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.