Her hair ran like a river down her
back.
An ocean of infinite curls
Or shall I dare say,
waves.
The enchantment would make of him a slave,
As soon as crave gave in to cave.
He saw her, and gasped:
the Altantic had never before looked so much
like a woman.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Her hair ran like a river down her
back.
An ocean of infinite curls
Or shall I dare say,
waves.
The enchantment would make of him a slave,
As soon as crave gave in to cave.
He saw her, and gasped:
the Altantic had never before looked so much
like a woman.