Jenney Clark's Blog

Betweent Twilight and daybreak , he came to her in a velvet dream of harps and cupido. Nay it was no dream it was more lucid than that. The scent of him wafted warm and musky like his drawl, she tasted the bittersweetness of dark chocolate in the afterglow. She lay there pulsing into wakefulness , she sighed. She heard him laugh like he had done that first time they spoke, deep and tangible , she could almost touch him. She reached out and stumbled awake, "this is not good " she thought , "I am going insane" . Then she heard him laugh in that seductive way of his, She wanted to crawl back into the sheets,"no this was not good" . Then she heard him clearly in her head, "Now you know what it feels like. Welcome to my world!". If home was his heart she was already there.