Two years ago. But it might have been two hundred. Or two thousand. Or two days in the future.
She is my destiny.
They first meet two thousand years ago
A raw sun burns a hole through an Egyptian blue sky. She dances for him in a palace of fire . Her magnificent body is slick with oil and clad in a costume of silk and veils. There are twenty other women chosen for their perfection and their beauty but he sees only her. She wordlessly becomes his beneath a velvet sky studded with stars.
In Byzantium they are lovers. Rich, proud and aloof aristocrats, they undress each other in the candlelight and lie upon jewelled pillows beneath a ceiling of pure gold. He ties her wrists and ankles.
In Venice they pass each other at a masked ball. They brush hands but are unaware of each other’s presence.
He wears her brightly coloured favour, perfumed with her love, at a joust. His opponent’s lance spills his crimson blood over it, staining it…
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Jennifer Schoenholtz (@Dollface_Dances)
May 31, 2014 at 7:42 pm
Soul mates…
Gorgeous imagery
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Romantic Dominant
June 1, 2014 at 7:40 pm
Thank you. Smiles
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littleannab
May 31, 2014 at 8:05 pm
Love this
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Romantic Dominant
June 1, 2014 at 7:40 pm
Glad. Smiles
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scarsofadream
June 1, 2014 at 7:36 pm
“they are locked on different paths…”
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Romantic Dominant
June 1, 2014 at 7:41 pm
Smiles
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