Diamond

Rihanna vs. Metallica - Diamonds Vs The Unforgiven (Djs From Mars Bootleg Remix)

It was all he ever asked really.

Was for her to shine... so bright... like the diamond she is.  She will forever be.  It's pressure you know.  That creates the diamond.  Hidden.  Away from sight.  Deep in the earth.  Under pressure tremendous.  At times so great it would seem to destroy.  Iit not only survives... but emerges all the glorious.  Surrounded in beauty.  Sheathed in grace.  None will know.  Yet...

In her smile...

The shine in her eye...

The laughing twist of her hair....

She will not reveal.

We live in a world, where madness is genius.  Imperfection beauty, and the willingness to be absolutely outlandish for acceptance is commonplace.

How did she react?  The hesitating, complicated end of the conversation, disguised the difficulty she felt at being accepted for who she was.  Really was.  Shine bright he would remind...

But her laughter broke.

The turn of her head.  Hair cascading.  Waiting.  Longing for the touch, the trace along her neck.  So beautiful.  Longing.  For the touch.  To enter the boundary, the space between her head, and her heart.  Do you dare?  Lips burn.  Waiting for the contact.  So far.  So near.  The shortest distance between two is maddening.  Minute pass between her supple rise so beautiful, waiting, longing for the caress of his hands, burning, longing, only moments away.  But so are moments.

Blood flowed.  Life cried.  Pouring, passing, waiting....

wanting...

for release.  For hands... for lips... burning press.  After a monets hesitation, the drawing in, her pouring out.  Longing to be lost.  In the few moments they had, before all was lost to passion.

And in the other they were blissfully consumed.  All.

Shine bright...

Diamond.