The unexpectant gift

The unexpectant gift

A Story by Deborah Shepard




 

He held my hands to his , and reached back to give me a singe black rose, velvety
He handed me champagne glass filled with red liqiour.rink my sweet one he smiled, I drank  this vapor which stirred my insides to uncontrollable urges to feel primal
 
As we came near the island I could feel his eyes upon me more and more .Almost now frightening but beauty deep within the seed of my being trueborn to his .
What was I to find hid here at this place, magical forest of dreams yet unseen?
Or would the darkness Central me to take its place from light?
 
Was my being to be altered?I was sunblind to see such beautiful place, it cannot be California I said out loud, he laughed almost  sinister to em, it fright ed I shuddered to think where I was.
I reached out and he cloaked me with his , he reached down to kiss me I pulled away, he smiled in due time he said.
I walked with his assistance off the boat to dry land.It such place I hadn't never seen.
The flowers were lined as if fruitage content souls .I walked and kneeled to pick up a shell , there is where I saw an opening ahead to the cave, But what beauty I was seeing , many plumes were there as he waltzed me almost dancing through the woods's , I want you to see all beauty here take my hand, I asked why he said you are chosen .I muttered something.
and impressive assortment of Hawaiian exotics, grown in lava rock, longevity, he smiled the waters edge with crystal blue as if heavens opening.he smiled again and handed me the most beautiful gift, the
exotic orchid, and it set my eyes off he said , he took my hands we smut have spent hours talking he shared with me his life .I didn't know much he said he was from along line of vampires , and of construe I listened not really believing him.He did however really if there was a story he looked the real McCoy to me. Handsome, sweet the teeth wow .But his mannerism was of a beautiful lovers hands.His cloak could have been or a real good imitations, The ring definable vintage .The blood stone he said was his fathers, in his hand he pulled from the flower a ring, One such I never seen the clarity beauty.The ring was amethyst stone lines around in icicle with many stones. I didn't know them all they were beautiful.In the very center was stone almost clearest blue with haze of pearl.He claimed that where he lives .I then decided I was with a craziest maniac or wow his life was magical.He told me of the hundreds who fled and lived now underground, and I wounded why he would tell me the stranger, he smiled you aren't the stranger you are my perfect mate.
 
I pulled back , but then embraced.Why did he wear gloves, was his hands hurt he pulled them back to his side quickly.
 
He pulled from his cape flowers and then a small ring here , I couldn't accept this gift hardly know him, and part of me thinking he was totally crazy.
I somehow just wanted to try it on he held my had. I placed in his as he slipped the ring on the center stone now glowing.What  a sight then the moon glowed the silvery flowing in in jasper mist mist the island changing , what magical things I could see.The animal,which were hidden now walked to me , a baby tiger which I wasn't afraid.What magical hold this man, this creature has on me. I laid back stroking the tiger and his arms around me, I could hear gypsy music I feel asleep in his arms he in mine.

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Shepard


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Deborah Shepard
Deborah Shepard

yelm, WA



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..

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