The Escape

I am a writer, have been since I learned how to write. My husband asked me to come up with a description of him. A writer just does not describe someone, they must create a scene, or mood. Here's my description of my husband.

                                                                 The Escape

     But he had the kind of looks that would get any good girl into trouble. Sultry yet, playful green eyes with little flecks of honey sprinkled throughout. He had a clean shaven baby face, adorned with deep dimples and a rebellious goatee. 

     In her eyes, his smile is the reason the sun shone and the moon bated the tides. His hands were those of a working man. Rough, callused and hot. His touch awakened something primal in her. She could feel her mounting pressure release as she breathed in his scent. With all that stirred in her, her heart, mind and body went quiet as she let herself awaken from this daydream. 

     Who was this mysterious god of a man, now standing beside his equally beautiful goddess of a wife. In that moment she allowed herself to be pulled into a fantasy with a complete stranger. A world where her pain no longer existed and she was the desire of a human god. That was her only escape.