Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

It was at that point Ginny felt a presence and turning to look into his eyes she knew destiny was waiting, just around the corner, over the hill. His dark limpid pools, full of hope and wonder, gazed longingly at her and slowly, as his stare captured her heart, a hush descended. All that surrounded them slipped away into darkness until she could see only him. What happened next was a blur.

Wrapped within another's arms further intensifies the divine beauty of a sunrise...

Every word she wrote dripped with honey and on entering the depths of her desire oozing from the page... He had no doubt of her intentions...

Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun...

Even the moon cannot escape your intoxicating charms...

Never give away one of your precious moments to just anyone. Certainly not to one who will merely toy with your gossamer threads for spell while seeking his next moments... With another...

When the inevitable meets the unstoppable, that is where souls turn to lust...

If you are not his first thought in the morning, he does not deserve a place in your dreams...