Prologue
I know to love you is forbidden.
And so when it is day, I keep my
Thoughts of you hidden.
But when night falls, by the light of Sister
Moon, I run to you.
To the warmth of your skin to kiss you, to
breathe you in,
To once again feel your embrace,
To hold you and touch your beautiful face.
I run my fingers through your raven hair
And look into your eyes so brown.
I feel the love you have for me,
Words are spoken between us without a sound.
Our hearts beat fiercely as one,
With passion and true love.
This bond cannot be broken,
For it is united by the Great Spirit above.
My warrior, you are like the brightest star
Shinning in the night,
You are my love, my light.
One day we shall stand together for all the world to see,
For you are my warrior and always will be.
By: Sara Key
With the cloth dripping wet, she hurried to him, then quickly knelt and applied it to his feverish brow, his cheeks, and then his chest.
Suddenly Isabella felt the Indian shiver, whether in pleasure or shock at the cold water, she didn't know.
She looked quickly at his eyes and grew pale when she found them open again.
He was watching her every move.
She flinched, dropping the cloth, and crawled quickly away, stopping a few feet from him. Only then did she turn to look at him again.
When their gazes met and held, Isabella felt a strange reaction, like a butterfly fluttering inside her belly.
The Indian continued to gaze into her eyes, as though he was looking far into soul. His look gave her sudden, strange feeling of sensuality at the juncture of her thighs. She had never experienced such feelings before.
It was an awakening of sorts, and it felt strangely delicious.
A/N:
Everything belongs to respect for owners I own nothing.