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"I Am My Beloved's and His Desire Is For Me" -King Solomon

Desire… What is it that provokes a person to strive for that which they should not have even if it causes them pain, poverty, torment, and sometimes, even death? Desire can be a powerful drug.

"As her eyes caught a glimpse of her shapely silhouette reflected in the mirror on the bathroom wall, her imagination took her back to when she first saw him and they fell in love. Now, some nineteen years later, his life hangs in the balance and she’s not sure if she cares."

If faced with that final hour, who speaks for us? Our friends? Our foes? Or maybe…Our own Desire.

"In a moment of loneliness, Dr. Elisabeth Mae Moore finds herself in an affair that leads to complications…again…and she’s reminded of what uncontrolled desire can lead to. Now, in this small town hospital, a man’s battered body lies in the hands of the ones who love him most…or maybe not. Secrets are revealed and lives will be changed…forever."

Desire…untamed may lead to a life of sorrow…but mastered can lead you down paths with your Beloved.
Check out the "Teaser" on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYwAEnQsKog

Desire'..."she smoked...which he didn't really mind because he smoked once, too. He just wished she wouldn't smoke in the house or would roll down the windows while driving. However, he liked the smell of the smoke in her hair-sprayed hair. It was just the right combination. Plus, she was a sexy smoker. His memory went back to a time when she would get dressed up to go out to the local pub in her painted on blue jeans and her tight pink or navy colored halter top allowing her perfectly formed chest to show itself off. But then, she would take a perfectly pressed shear white button up blouse and put it on over the top of that tight halter top and tie a knot in the bottom of it to show off her beautifully trimmed abdomen with her dangling diamond earing dripping into her slightly indented navel. She would put on her big half toned sunglasses, light up a cigarette and let the smoke slither out between her pencil-lined lips as she began her strut-like walk allowing the smoke to drift back towards her ears and lose itself in the confines of her long strawberry blonde hair."