Subj: The Jealousy Of Nicholas Blair Pt. 1
Date: 1/2/00 6:44:35 PM Central Standard Time
From: Donna Eubanks
She sits at the desk with pen in hand, and she begins to write...
MY DARK ANGEL
As I dress for bed, I feel him watching me.He is somewhere
in the dark.
I am not afraid of him.In fact I welcome him. I wish him to come nearer.
I slip into my bed.I wear my silky gown.When I awake, then I find my
silky gown is gone.I lie in bed so naked, naked as the day I was born.
I know my dark angel has come to me.I know he has been here last night.
Why must you wait until I'm asleep, until I turn out the light?
I heard you whisper in my ear, 'You look beautiful tonight."
She puts down her pen and begins to sigh. "Nicholas, I hope you like my poem to you. It was written in love for you, and only you." I shall finish your poem in the morning." Donamarie says to herself.
He is away from the house this night. He shall return soon...
to be continued....