Analysis Of ' The Hi Desert ' Essay
Mr. Wonderful cast a spell while being spell-bound. The thoughtful, logical, and reasonable speech I carefully sketched out in my head disintegrated in the desert’s night air, overpowering my iron will. His words washed over me like the many starry nights I surrendered my will to and so was my surrender to his hopeful question.
“Can I kiss you?"
I was supposed to have an answer, but I was speechless. His tone had that same kid-on christmas-morning blissfully hoping for the shiny new bike. There was also an exhaustion reverberating through his words, begging me to give in to him. All I could do is look down and as the weight of my body being swept away by every force around me; his hopeful words, the beautiful, magical night, his kindness, his gentle heart, his gentle soul, and the part of my heart that had been dormant for five-year that I wasn’t sure it still existed….
I was speechless, but somehow without a word from me he had the answer he needed. Before I could fall into a faint, his arms wrapped around me, as his lips procured perfect contact with mine and once…