Ebony and Emystary's romance, longer days into the hands of time repeat the passion enveloped in forget-me-knots

Ebony and Emystary had come to the promise of another closing goodbye, this time haven lasted the age of fire to ash, camped alongside the two lovers and their collected thoughts that poured into a nonverbal composition. Returning in the remnants of woven clouds dissipating with the early rays and the first opening of Emystary's eyes, was the thoughts of... where the air stood still and circled her thoughts that draped down the bosom of her face. Lay on her cheeks, the remaining chill and waters of his caress. Passionate thoughts.  Ebony was poetry in. And of himself. Who, was now in the shadows of the previous evening. #2 As we continue with another Sneak Peek from Black Harlequin the romance revealed. ...aiery whispered confessions emerged, loosened secrets, alive, born from questions, disguised in unliked, unfriendly, no longer neighbors of intimacy afar,  in a souless haste, rushing and crashing, escaping wreckage, was almost a tragedy, but a shadow that remained, was how words revealed that the moments into time, was the day and cast of their silhouettes, stone. moments that came unshockingly  when  Emystary was relieved by Ebony's call, upon receiving the scented letters from Emystary. Owning it, His tone, His voice, Hushed, the absent questions that they didn't speak it was the poetry of Emystary's letter. Captivating, was the beginings, the climax and renewal of the lovers correspondence, caress, that made for the age of days, to come to past and the bareness of the words, that was the seduction