Beauty wears a short, black dress of olive silk skin.
She lies poised on the couch, drained of her special sleep.
Yet still, light pours His fingers down her figure, sleek and thin.
The face of her dress smiles behind the glasses guarding her deep brown eyes.
Beauty chose the slender sweet slits for her lips.
They match the dips her hips outline on her gown.
Her legs sit dainty off the side, but her flushed-red scarf wraps her cheeks,
And hides quietly in the back.
She sleeps soundly dressed true black, with her small eyes cracked.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
Beauty wears a short, black dress of olive silk skin.
She lies poised on the couch, drained of her special sleep.
Yet still, light pours His fingers down her figure, sleek and thin.
The face of her dress smiles behind the glasses guarding her deep brown eyes.
Beauty chose the slender sweet slits for her lips.
They match the dips her hips outline on her gown.
Her legs sit dainty off the side, but her flushed-red scarf wraps her cheeks,
And hides quietly in the back.
She sleeps soundly dressed true black, with her small eyes cracked.
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