Cashmere

 

Goddess Bridget draped in silken butterflies essence

She pretends to be , for her in daily life the life is mortals not kings

Her spirit  body, was gathered in fluidity azure lace curves

Cashmere the nude side of her

Detail design rose poignant virgin eyes

Ballet satin legs, each dominate step

Dancing in eternal midnight sun

She waltzed to the his name

Her gypsy soul accessorize the ambiguity

He who came in the nigh

Dressed in lines Folk in gossamer silk

 

Willows needed opened the dance flora they shared the kiss

 

Plumes raced in human ere

 

Shall he return again to her side

 

Forever the legend shall stay