The Right Word
By LadySafire
He didn't know if he could compare it to anything. Black as night, black as ink, black as...yes, that was it. He found it. He said it to himself. Black as ebony. Yes, he'd found the word to describe the dark curling locks of his love's hair.
Ebony, like what the precious boxes in his treasure room were made of. Though this treasure was infinitely more precious and worth more to him than some antiquated boxes.
The scent of lilies wafted through the air from her slim form. He briefly closed his eyes and allowed her sensual smell to dance through his system. Each time he drew in a breath, it seemed new and so intoxicating. She without meaning to had wrapped herself through his soul.
The owner of the dark locks he currently twined in his fingers suddenly sighed and moved closer to his body, the soft friction of her bare skin rubbing against his own pale nude form.
He watched with pure male satisfaction as her long dark hair mingled with his moon colored strands on the silk covered bed they had started to share just that night. His mouth moved to capture her kiss swollen lips before moving to cover her body with his own. He thrust his hands into her hair savoring the feel of it, savoring her.
Yes, ebony was the right word. Strong, smooth as satin and very precious.
This was supposed to go in a ebonysilks challenge, I didn't get it sent in in time. Darn it. I think it turned out rather well. LOL