I Write Down My Thoughts
She stood looking out over the valley. The cold wind blowing her hair back. Winter was coming, and nobody knew how long it would last this time. The breath of wolves was in the air, their howls echoing off of the cliffs. Huge storm clouds towered up in front of her. As I approached from behind lighting split the sky and outlining her striking figure. The last rays of the sun were just vanishing behind us. I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She says nothing but leans back into me, willing me to hold her. I slip my arm down around her stomach. My hand resting just below her breast. She leans her head back and kisses me. I let my lips trail down over her neck before looking up again down the valley. There is a long line of torches glimmering far off.
She stands on a rock the cloudy skies behind her, her face lit up in a flash of lightning. Black hair blows to her right in the gusty air. She is looking back at me her feet planted facing away from me but her body twisted so she can look at me over her shoulder. The curve of her bosom outlined against the sky. Her left hand extended to me. She is wearing a long dark blue dress with a leather belt. A sword is sheathed at her side. Her green eyes are large and captivating. She has a strong chin and defined jaw. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Her mouth is small and beautifully crafted. A tattoo of a star reclines in the center of her forehead. Her expression is that of love. She is holding a wooden intricately carved staff in her right hand, it has a green stone set in the top.
*** If someone drew this picture and sent me the picture that would make my day. I so wish I could draw, but I am not very good at it, so I will continue to write.***
She stands on a rock the cloudy skies behind her, her face lit up in a flash of lightning. Black hair blows to her right in the gusty air. She is looking back at me her feet planted facing away from me but her body twisted so she can look at me over her shoulder. The curve of her bosom outlined against the sky. Her left hand extended to me. She is wearing a long dark blue dress with a leather belt. A sword is sheathed at her side. Her green eyes are large and captivating. She has a strong chin and defined jaw. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Her mouth is small and beautifully crafted. A tattoo of a star reclines in the center of her forehead. Her expression is that of love. She is holding a wooden intricately carved staff in her right hand, it has a green stone set in the top.
*** If someone drew this picture and sent me the picture that would make my day. I so wish I could draw, but I am not very good at it, so I will continue to write.***
