The years have traced her
like an eternal Goddess,
her beautiful lochs fall upon perky *******
each curl an unfurling strand
in a silver streaked mane of madness.
gorgeous, divine, flowing gently
In the rhythm of her movements.
shrouding her pretty face,
cheek bones high, smile wide,
The hair of all hair lives, gives,
demands my breath, I freely give.
only an occasional glimpse do I so treasure,
silvery sheen, sun kissed, so blessed,
gorgeous...
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
The years have traced her
like an eternal Goddess,
her beautiful lochs fall upon perky *******
each curl an unfurling strand
in a silver streaked mane of madness.
gorgeous, divine, flowing gently
In the rhythm of her movements.
shrouding her pretty face,
cheek bones high, smile wide,
The hair of all hair lives, gives,
demands my breath, I freely give.
only an occasional glimpse do I so treasure,
silvery sheen, sun kissed, so blessed,
gorgeous...
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