Title: I thee wed.
She walks towards
me, and I watch, mesmerized.
Her silky hair that shines in the light, gently framing her face. A flower
that I gave
her tucked behind her left ear, gently resting against her high
cheekbones and rosy cheeks. He sparkling eyes that tear
into my soul,
reading me like a book.
She licks her lips in a nervous gesture, the ethereal glow of the sunset
her drawing my attention to her features. The soft expanse of skin
that I can see, her bare shoulders invitingly teasing.
The swell of her
breasts, and slight curve of her hips as she walks to a tune that only she
legs are moving against the semi-transparent material clinging to
her every curve. The split up the side giving me brief
glances of the
barely hidden skin beneath. The exotic outfit enough to grab the attention
of every male within the immediate
I sigh as she almost reaches her destination, at my side. She's staring at
my, reading me, and I her.
Our eyes lock, and she mumbles something that I
don't actually hear. But I see her lips move, and I know the words that
The man standing in front of us speaks to me, and I briefly tear my eyes
away from her. I smile
at her, my eyes conveying what I'm not telling her
at the moment. The impatient man clears his throat, and I grin, reciting
I know I should say. "I, Jonathan, take thee Samantha to be my wedded
wife." I whisper, holding her hand as I slowly slip
the simple silver band
onto her right hand, the only difference in our version of a marriage and
the native people of
Jantseya is the placement of the rings.
Sam smiles at me as I glide the ring up over the rest of her knuckle,
the ceremony off with the last words, that she repeats with me.
"With this ring. . . I thee wed."
I despise people with dogs, they lack the courage to bite people themselves.