Silken

As art
drawn by wondrous brushes fine
Sweet
like soothing tender cups of wine

Thy touch
it draws me in, leaves all behind
Feels
as though I could lose my mind

Softness
that emotes naught like any other
Scents
which drive away mine every bother

Loving,
the kiss which you give, sating all
Warmth,
is thy embrace, within I am thy thrall

Silken,
'tis the touch of thy love

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Apr 13th 2006
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hopeless romance romanticism
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Hehn.. not much other than to say besides: I love my baby. I love her laughter, the way her smile lights me up on the inside, and makes all of my worldly and otherwise problems fade into nothingness. Without her, I think.. no, I know.. I would be a lost cause.

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LinkStrifeLeonhart Says:

I love the flow of this. It just seems so peaceful to me.

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Ongaru Says:

This is so romantic...reminds me of someone special to me. Excellent job!