Eve

Her body t’is my home,
upon white satin i lay.
She stitches me together, 
with warmth and loving gay.
Gazing within her eyes, 
reflections of forests and trees.
Fair tressles flowing fancy,
a smile that gives such tease.
And kind words she prays, 
gentle, in a whisper.
On these lips i wait,
trembling but to kiss her.
May she never cleanse her cheek,
nor sadness upon her breast.
But love until that day,
held in her last caress.

Reviews

[Kinau]

What is the breeze that graces my heart and whispers sweet but yet not as modern speech to the ever hearing ear of mine, though not modern and though not overly exerted, making such serende melody as the perfect tones of a quiet aswell ever strong and soulful symphony! O aloud shall you speak I insist, I bless you with my appreciation, though it is but the appreciation of a fool... but nevertheless, yes my good friend, indeed.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

This peice made me think, made me sad in a warm little graceful way. Thanks for the post!