eniad... delicate fingers toy with crimson silks at rounded hips, tossing head from one side slowly moving to the other thick mane spills over firm breasts, moving slender hands over tantalizing curves fingers slowly glides up over her quivering flesh to caress down heated belly to thighs, breasts thrust forward as back curves, a flick of wrist releases the diaphanous fiber from heated flesh ~T
eniad... fiery gleam glitters as naked flesh is revealed, chin kisses bare shoulder, coral lips part slightly as moist tongue glides across teeth of pearl, slender arms raise to bring the discarded silks to full luscious breast, slender hands run across thighs as she slowly leans back, delicate fingers release ruby silks, to softly glide down across curved hips, slender hands arch up elegantly ~T
eniad... dark shimmering embers of ebony glisten in her gaze believing in mysteries, velvet tresses spill over bare shoulders, delicate finger tips trace along golden flesh as images of her dreams whirlpool through her mind, full hips sway before she spins up on toes, a deep moan escapes lush lips as she turns to move back across the meadow, dark shadows follow her steps, she feels his very presence ~T
eniad... gazes back across tawny tanned shoulder, passion rises within her, lissome arms circle waist to caress curvaceous sides, back sways like a willow in the breeze dancing to the setting sun as he watches her, voluptuous form turns passing thru the forest green to lay amongst the leaves, a gentle smile spreads to lips as he steps into view, lush moist lips part turning into a beguiling smile ~T
eniad... spirit wild, she has the heart of a child, gentle still and quiet and mild� he loved her. Curling in his arms as he slumbers, face pales, dark eyes gaze to him one last time quietly whispering, "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me, i love you so, never let go, i will be your ghost of a rose..." she lays one white rose next to him, when all was done, she turned to run ~T
eniad... morning light shines upon his sleeping form, turning to pull her close large hands find only silken petals of a rose, lifting the blossom with tenderness a thorn pricks his finger as one drop of blood stains the alabaster petals, her gentle whisper replays in his mind, "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me, i love you so, never let go, i will be your ghost of a rose..." ~T
eniad... emotions tear and rage the petite form as she moves through the forest, soft sweep of heavy mane shields anguished face as a whisper in her mind and the picture of him emblaze upon her features, ribbons of moonlight filter afar to create an ethereal glow over the maiden so fair, he searched ever more for her, he thought he saw a glimpse of her upon the moors forever ~T
eniad... hears the voice beckon forth from atop the grassy ridge, dark haunted gaze roams upward as he steps in the moonlight to stand on top of the hill, breasts heave with each breath she takes, she watches him slowly move through the trees before her, gasping softly she melts to the grassy plains, eyes lower as melody of the night signs through the trees ~T
eniad... dares not raise her gaze as the tall form breaks through the shadows, dark mysteries no longer a dream, exotic lips part as silver ribbons of moons illuminate tanned flesh, the night sky becomes a backdrop, a deep resounding whisper carries through the crisp air as he steps forward, �come to me, you are MINE for now and for all of times, you are MY ghost of a rose ~T
eniad... feet glide effortlessly each movement bringing her closer, hands lift running through dark locks before they fall about her shoulders, coming face to face with him, moonbeams cast a shadowy glint over her voluptuous form, veiled eyelashes touch innocent cheeks as she dares to raise chin to gaze to the tall figure standing in the shadows no more a dream ~T
eniad... panting breathlessly she falls before him, sleek back bows bells chime as thighs part wide, ample breasts thrust forward, slender arms lift and cross at the wrists lowering head between them, dampened tendrils cling about gentle face, tongue moistens dry parched lips, trembling her voice a whisper on the breeze He heard her say, �i love you so, never let go, i am your ghost of a rose..." ~T
