Wattys20s Stories

"She" is what the word pretty is called. An ocean in the evening when the saffron sun is almost to set within the blue. Yes she is beautiful, she wore the color of life now, her curves waved and grabbed me towards her but I could not reach her, I was stopped by an energy and I am almost in the heaven! Glad that I never seen the death but been to heaven it might be the time to celebrate within... Shit I can't move myself, what? I am dyeing now in heaven to reach her...!