~ ⚈♡⚈ ~ ⚬ You don't need sight to see my soul, my love Stroke and trace your fingers on my skin and feel
Underneath the anticipation of our very first night, my dress becomes a silken stream around my feet
I want you to touch me... Truly touch me...
Trace over my temple and feel the hearth of my heart; the flames burn hot and true for you
Stroke the pillars and feel the cracks; like you, the edges of my soul are marred
Close your eyes and feel the sun's kisses and the shadowed whispers; my most precious of dreams and darkest of fears
Fingers thread together, through my hair, foreheads kiss lips reddens tongues strokes skin enkindles goosebumps rise
See and smell my roses,and taste the salt of my rain
See my heart, how crudely it's stitched and salve my pain with your love and truth
My body is your breath... I am your braille and yours alone...
During this night, the first of many, let us join together and give birth to purest love... ⚬ ~ ⚈♡⚈ ~
Mind's still blocked, but it's not as bad as yesterday's. I'm working on the next part of the Masked Bard series. Thank you everyone for your kind comments towards me in my poem 'Would'. It means alot to me, truly. I'm sorry that if I sound like a broken record, but I am truly grateful. As of next week, I will be able to go through everyone's comments. This week alot of things have happened in and out of my course and honestly, it's made me feel so drained. I'll make a collection for the Masked Bard so you can catch up! Thank you all again, you mean so much to me! Lyn ***