DeityA Story by Bill O. WritesFrom a couple years ago.She came down from the skies. Her blonde locks floated gently around her while light radiated from her on her descent. White garments draped from her body like a waterfall of satin. Angels were just a fairy tale to him but there she was defying every ounce of doubt. In anatomical position, with her head up leaving just the underside of her chin visible she crept closer. Lowering so slowly all he could do was watch in awe. His mind was entranced by this still faceless beauty. Her elegance was unimaginable. As she hovered closer his goose bumps raised shattered him. He felt his pores opening up as if to accept this wonder into his own body. Why she was here, he didn't know. The only thoughts in his mind was her beauty and how undeserving he felt he was to see such a sight. She was now almost close enough to touch when she came to a halt. Hovering there with her light still illuminating everything around them both she reached out to him with a slightly cupped hand. She brought her head down so he may now see her face and all he was able to do was softly gasp. He was taken away by her raw beauty. She was nothing short of perfection. Her hand still reached out in waiting he was compelled to close the gap and reach back. Contact Their skin touched for the first time. It was no surprise that her perfect image was complimented by her pillow soft palms. With no intention of ever letting go he grasped firmly to her hand. She then turned around. He felt a slight tug on his arm and then felt his feet leave the ground. He didn't know where they were going but he didn't care. They drifted higher and higher towards the sky. He had no idea where she was taking him but it was all okay. She only looked back once to him, and smiled... © 2014 Bill O. WritesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBill O. WritesNew Haven, CTAboutUnspecified years old. My feelings on writing: Writing and reading (for pleasure) are both lost arts. If it's not about something tangible, measurable, no one wants to read it, so why bother writi.. more..Writing
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