Sample Post from the Romance Genre this Month:
Sesen posts in My Heart Belongs to a Pirate
My beloved, absorbed in deep thoughts, finally put his head down for much needed rest in the wee hours of the morning. I knew, as he did, that the few hours till dawn would not provide enough sleep, but to state the obvious seemed redundant. The Captain of the Black Pearl knew his limits, and was aware he had made due on far less, many times in the past.
I often wondered about Jackís amazing stamina, about what drove him to accomplish what must be done, despite the very obvious lack of rest and little food. Iíve commented before on his will power, his resistance to pain and how he has carried on with horrendous injuries and loss of blood Ė wounds that would drop an average man to the ground.
But Jack Sparrow is no ordinary man. He has told me, grudgingly revealing few details, of his Wing Chun training, and I surmise that has an influence on his endurance and resiliency that far exceeds the norm.
The shipís bells struck four as Jack came to our bed, stripping off his clothing as if he were relieving himself of some cumbersome burden of the mind. His braids fell around me as he took me in his arms and pulled me tight to his body. That feeling, that glorious surrender to his strength, was something I would savor our entire lives together.
Iíve made Jack promise it would always be that way, that we would forever sleep entwined with each other. Iíve often repeated my request and each time he laughs, saying that a promise was not needed. It was merely a fact, just how we were together, and would never change.
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