Here is an excerpt from a short story I wrote that was published several years ago.
Slowly, with such nervousness and dread, I turned to look. In the doorway, my uncle’s compadre Rafael leaned against the wooden frame with his arms crossed. Blood rushed to my face and I tried to turn away, but I could not. I scanned the configuration of his entire body and there wasn’t a single flaw. His hair was black and the color of his skin bordered along the lines of mocha. His lips were full and I knew that if they ever grazed along the surface of my skin, I would lose all sense of space and time.
Wow! He's sounds like someone I'd like to know.
ReplyDeleteWhere was the story published?
You can't just stop there! :D
ReplyDeleteHello. He can graze my skin any time. ;)
ReplyDeleteVivid! More, more, more!
ReplyDeleteWonderful post! I love the vision we get of him.
ReplyDeleteBlack hair, deep tan, kissable lips, all make for a sexy man. I wouldn't be able to turn either, but I wouldn't bother trying. I'd stare openly.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery there. Paints a very nice picture in my head. Lovely!
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