A2k
02-13-2007, 11:49 PM
Delicate of touch, as though a fragile bud in the crisp hates of winter. Soft, silk, too scarce to let slip but once, too feared to indulge in passion's full desires. Like Hirché, each be savoured in the light of forevermore, should eternity come undone and last only but a moment.
Each passing brush, sends the world's axis in a reverse spin, racing heart, and heavey breaths swell the bossom, overflowing with emotion like a bath left to run. Even savouring every touch, leaves a heartfelt craving to hold on.
Exaltation in this feeling; bereft of nothing, alluring every cell within a being, draws forth a smile that curls more sweetly than a child's pleasant dream. Engaged within the shroud of an Angel's wings; covered and protected from the existence outside this spirtual embrace, stands a single tear of joy, that weeps from the bottom of a heart to the tips of the toes in a smiling soul.
Each passing brush, sends the world's axis in a reverse spin, racing heart, and heavey breaths swell the bossom, overflowing with emotion like a bath left to run. Even savouring every touch, leaves a heartfelt craving to hold on.
Exaltation in this feeling; bereft of nothing, alluring every cell within a being, draws forth a smile that curls more sweetly than a child's pleasant dream. Engaged within the shroud of an Angel's wings; covered and protected from the existence outside this spirtual embrace, stands a single tear of joy, that weeps from the bottom of a heart to the tips of the toes in a smiling soul.