Powerful Emotions
I thought I would write a short descriptive story about a man's love for a woman. I decided to write a romantic passage because we are doing Gothic literature for our creative writing A-Level course. I am completely alien to this feeling since I am writing from a man's perspective and have never been in love, but I thought I'd give it a go basing the feeling of 'love' from what I have learned from books and films.
Lily Elizabeth Watson! My reason for living, my thoughts when I'm sleeping, my gravity holding me to the Earth. Whiffing the air with delight, the beautiful dancing fragrance of sweet honey with a mixture of intoxicating strawberry met my nostrils. I became overwhelmed with the scent and almost fell into unconsciousness because I was overusing my intake of oxygen. The sweet smell brought a jaw-shattering grin on my face. I gazed intently into her bright, blue eyes as if I was completely numb. Oh, those eyes never cease to amaze me; I exploded with shock when she stared at me as I did at her. My stare was so intense I had a very pleasing insight to her soul (at least I thought I did). Unfortunately, there was no reading or looking into this woman. She was a forever closed book which was unnecessarily bound tightly shut. Her dress was a blossoming flower and emphatically teasing; it was short at the rim and floated on her beautifully curved body. When she walked, it flowed peacefully like a tranquil stream of water and converted her to an angel for an eternity in heaven. She had the most divine golden blonde hair; it burned bright like the sun and constantly smelled of honey and strawberry. Lily’s voice was the most serene and sweetest of things to have ever met my willing ears. Her feathery whisper pushed me over the edge and her words “I love you, Joseph” was my cue to drop dead with elation. Why was she mine and I hers? How did I get such a potent feeling in me from this mesmerising woman? How did I get her? I love her! She is mine! She will always be mine; I claimed her from the moment our eyes met. "I love-," I was interrupted by her tender kiss; her body close to mine. When our lips graciously embraced for what seemed like everlasting moments, I could taste her soft lips which constantly made my unruly heart pop out of my chest. As delicious as she was, it was her touch that brought my life to an astonishing halt in that moment. Feeling my lips against her rose petal-like ones was a minute that I wanted to savour into next week or the next decade. I could kiss her forever, I love her hands on me, it makes me turn to water; fire blazing within me. Her hands all over my body and her impossibly supple lips were the greatest of combinations to ever fall into the world. She was gifted to drive a man insanely crazy with her stupefying beauty. Beauty! Oh her beauty; she was the queen of beauty, the master, the utter epitome...
Lily Elizabeth Watson! My reason for living, my thoughts when I'm sleeping, my gravity holding me to the Earth. Whiffing the air with delight, the beautiful dancing fragrance of sweet honey with a mixture of intoxicating strawberry met my nostrils. I became overwhelmed with the scent and almost fell into unconsciousness because I was overusing my intake of oxygen. The sweet smell brought a jaw-shattering grin on my face. I gazed intently into her bright, blue eyes as if I was completely numb. Oh, those eyes never cease to amaze me; I exploded with shock when she stared at me as I did at her. My stare was so intense I had a very pleasing insight to her soul (at least I thought I did). Unfortunately, there was no reading or looking into this woman. She was a forever closed book which was unnecessarily bound tightly shut. Her dress was a blossoming flower and emphatically teasing; it was short at the rim and floated on her beautifully curved body. When she walked, it flowed peacefully like a tranquil stream of water and converted her to an angel for an eternity in heaven. She had the most divine golden blonde hair; it burned bright like the sun and constantly smelled of honey and strawberry. Lily’s voice was the most serene and sweetest of things to have ever met my willing ears. Her feathery whisper pushed me over the edge and her words “I love you, Joseph” was my cue to drop dead with elation. Why was she mine and I hers? How did I get such a potent feeling in me from this mesmerising woman? How did I get her? I love her! She is mine! She will always be mine; I claimed her from the moment our eyes met. "I love-," I was interrupted by her tender kiss; her body close to mine. When our lips graciously embraced for what seemed like everlasting moments, I could taste her soft lips which constantly made my unruly heart pop out of my chest. As delicious as she was, it was her touch that brought my life to an astonishing halt in that moment. Feeling my lips against her rose petal-like ones was a minute that I wanted to savour into next week or the next decade. I could kiss her forever, I love her hands on me, it makes me turn to water; fire blazing within me. Her hands all over my body and her impossibly supple lips were the greatest of combinations to ever fall into the world. She was gifted to drive a man insanely crazy with her stupefying beauty. Beauty! Oh her beauty; she was the queen of beauty, the master, the utter epitome...
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