My heart is bestowed again. Returning to the room I see her nestled In a heap of a super soft blanket, The burrowed belle in an ethereal dressing.
I would never sneak or speak or break This gentle and harmonious blessing of Beauty and majesty so bountiful. The amour Wand has blessed us both, I only wonder if We both receive the spoils of the miserly.
Miserable no more. My lips swept by sunflower-colored Gold canvas blonde hair strands, wet with shower water From a departure excited by her own palpitations.
My only nightmare is sweetness. There can be no sign of Hallmark gestures. No buzz of cuteness or cleverness. I may only sew that which unfolds as a stain. As someone special She must never suspect nonsense. I may never relay it. And still Between everything that has happened between us.
She only needs three moments to be soundlessly asleep. Me I may weep but she keeps in the alluvial grave of Sleep I continue to induce for her, tracing my finger around your Earlobe. My pinky swipes the cool white