Oh for the excruciating pretty of you, my sweet
darling,
From the very head to toe of you, I see only
your beauty,
Your head held proudly upon your sweet &
so delicate nape,
Shoulders, mountains of Gods, where your strengths
are carried,
Between soft rolling
hills of breasts, valley where secrets are kept,
Rounded cauldron of
your belly, where ancient life is kept sacred,
Undulating hips, rhythm,
taking each leg forward in the step of life,
Your arms mantle me,
in the soft cape of undying & passionate love,
Your hands, those
flitting happy butterflies, chatting gaily to life itself,
Your eyes, pretty
dancing blue oceans, sparkling, flashing & splashing,
Oh, to die for your
smiles, those of a thousand universal shining suns,
Your rose-budded lips,
within the magnolia garden of your creamy face,
Your silken cheeks
touched by the blushing of eternity´s soft sunsets,
Oh my darling, you
are my prayer, how I imbibe the very pretty of you.
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