Speaking of intimacy…That scene I wrote about last night? Not the best in the world, although not too shabby for a first draft. Even so, I’m thinking, so not me! :warped:

The rose scent and flavor of her skin intoxicated him when he bent his head to her throat.

She wriggled around to rest her mouth against his ear. “I love you.” Her breath whispered poetry. Every inhale a new line, every exhale a new stanza. Each movement a new chorus, each touch a new verse. Their heartbeats dictated rhyme and meter. His name on her lips, the melodies.

So yeah. It’s either going to get the axe in the end or reworked so far as to be unrecognizable. 🙄


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.