Her gasp, her side, fingertips tracing, tingling her skin, stimulating, electrifying, satisfying the longing she'd thought smothered, extinguished, a moment's touch lasting forever and ever. Heartbeat, heartfelt, a fingertip brushing, removing tears of joy where once was emptiness, hollowness, knowing if ever she lived again, she'd relive the moment over and over and over. ©April 2022 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.
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