Classic Tale

Maan: He oozes animal magnetism.
Geet: She oozes doe-eyed grace, she is like a doe that is caught in the headlights.

Why wouldn't he be drawn to her? Why wouldn't he want to protect her one minute and devour her another minute?

She is the perfect foil for his caveman attitude one minute and the other minute her vulnerability touches his heart strings. She is what he wants in his woman, strength when trampled and sweetness when she is in her own world. He is getting lured into her world, allured. He does not know what's hit him, because his need for her is growing. His need to see her, see her smile, see the radiant innocence of her. He just can't believe the different shades to her.

Hi Bridgette ... love that post ..... so true ........ perfect foil .....

Brigette...

you hit the nail right on the head...Ouch...i mean..wow...
that was lovely....
so true...it is a classic tale
your words are inspiring...

thank you rusha and rushtrip...

Originally posted by: bridgette

thank you rusha and rushtrip...