My Angel
By: Roxana
As I walk into the room, I see him standing there, alone, mysteriously. As I walk over to him the
butterflies in my stomach start to race, my mind goes blank. His hair is wet from prespiration. His
eyes were smiling into mine, the color of an emerald sea in brilliant sunlight. Before he could move
away, I caught his hand. I held it in both of my hands for a moment, then lightly kissed the tips of
his fingers. Then I let go. But, he held on now, twining his fingers in mine. I could feel it, the
way the lightest touch of me made his pulse race. "Roxanne" he said. The word was like a kiss.
"Roxanne" The word became a kiss. The smell of flowers filled the air. He traced the silk strap
of my dress, then tenderly kissed my shoulder. I felt like I was in heaven, with an angel!
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