Sexual Musings :: Amber-Beer
“Tell me what you wrote about today,” he whispered, lips lightly tracing the arc of my forehead.
“About a woman who loved a man with golden wheat in his eyes; amber-beer irises lined with lashes the color of ink that stole the breath from her chest. A man with a slab-built-on-grade voice – the kind which stays steady in a storm. Anchored her to the dirt he grew up on. Reminded her of emerald moss on the old fence posts piled against the barn, under ash branch shade and the cool brush of night when the crickets come alive.”