The Daily Page . Creative Writing #1 - This is .44

Embracing for the moment.

I saw her walking towards me as I walked towards her.

She was already smiling from 20 yards away.

She walked confidently in stride. With her legs swaying like two perfect pendulums in rhythm.

Her pale porcelain skin, raven colored hair and blood red lips slowly hypnotized me as a cobra.

I went to smile as we passed.

Her strike was swift grabbing my hand twirling me in her arms.

Kissing me with such passion as I could feel life suspended in time.

The ecstasy of it all left me briefly paralyzed.

Was this heaven?

She let go to allow me to gracefully fall.

It was that passionate kiss that will never be replaced.

She disappeared into the darkness of the street.

Those lips I still taste.

Never did I see her again.

That evening I died in love and lust.

She read my mind.

Teased me. Pleased me.

In a moment of passing time.

It was that embracing for the moment.

Which still be one of my favorite moments of time of mine to mind.

If I could ever kiss her again it still would never be enough.

She already knew why she the cobra strikes you die by a strike that seems so soft to the touch.

How poisonous this pale porcelain skin, raven colored hair blood stained red lips of a cobra slowly killed me. It was the serpent. It was the hiss. It was the kiss. It is the lust that I miss. 

Once of the first of many pages from Journals, and other creative writing sources of mine. I hope you enjoy this project titled the Daily Page. Sincerely Your Friend Me aka Jeffery