Rhywiol Dymuno

Yeah, two posts today. Not a lot to say those who speak Welsh have an advantage, as you know what the title means.

Rhywiol Dymuno
(Dros Hi)

She stood in the hall, the candles casting shadows over her face. She was the only person not dancing, not enjoying her self; except the young man across the room, who had been watching her since she entered.
She was beautiful not in the conventional cliched way, used off hand by to many, but a celestial radiance all of her own, created by a god for his enjoyment, a creature or purity. But still no one danced with her.
It seemed fate had set her aside for him; he gazed at her, the breasts barely caged by the corset of her dress, which fell below her ankles the light material hugging her figure. Her skin was smooth, unflawed, she wore no powder like many other women in the hall whose faceÂ’s and breasts bore lines of sweat though their powdered coat.
He was puzzled, she was stunning, but it was as if the other men couldn't see her. She puzzled him, she intrigued and excited him.
He closed his eyes; he could almost feel her next to him. The touch of her hand on his skin, the feel of her lips on his...

He awoke next morning; he smiled at the memory of the night before, he pulled her closer to him. She snuggled into the warmth of his body. Her skin was as soft as he imagined, the kiss just as tender, the passion just as fierce. She was his now, and he was never letting go.
TJFNW