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. 🙄