Sleep of Angels
1) On beds of the purest white snow do angels sleep, eternal are these virgin flakes. A soft glow do they give off, a soft warm touch to them. Azure skies with a tinge of pink. Falling flakes from a unseen clouds, gracing the angels face before finishing their slow decent. Ivory rode of the most comfortable fabric caresses her gentle curves. Her marble chiseled face is untouchable, for fear of marring her perfect beauty.
2) Laying in the deepest sleep, dreaming the dreams that only angels can dream. To become lost staring into her eyes. To catch them open is to realize a pain in your heart incomparable to anything earthy. Her eyes are not of one color, they are a rainbow of her soul. Impossible is it to tear away your gaze, for in her eyes is the one true happiness, found no where else.
3) The sweetest of dreams will thoughts of her conjure. Time slows down almost to a halt waiting for the next vision of her you are able to glimpse. Patience becomes a most valued ability as nothing else matters but her. Ears afire with the sound of her voice. All pain does melt away and comes to be replaced with hard found love.
4) All other lusts once yearned for are swept away in the majesty of her beauty, sweetness, charm. An insatiable, yet not ravaging appetite consumes all other hungers; bodily, mentally, spiritually. Carnal thoughts do remain, though they become only giving, always willing, all urges bend to her desire. When waking brings to mind memories of her, I know that I have slept the sleep of angel an angel, dreamt the dream of an angel, seen the overwhelming beauty of the angel that she is.
The creative doors that have opened in me...
1) On beds of the purest white snow do angels sleep, eternal are these virgin flakes. A soft glow do they give off, a soft warm touch to them. Azure skies with a tinge of pink. Falling flakes from a unseen clouds, gracing the angels face before finishing their slow decent. Ivory rode of the most comfortable fabric caresses her gentle curves. Her marble chiseled face is untouchable, for fear of marring her perfect beauty.
2) Laying in the deepest sleep, dreaming the dreams that only angels can dream. To become lost staring into her eyes. To catch them open is to realize a pain in your heart incomparable to anything earthy. Her eyes are not of one color, they are a rainbow of her soul. Impossible is it to tear away your gaze, for in her eyes is the one true happiness, found no where else.
3) The sweetest of dreams will thoughts of her conjure. Time slows down almost to a halt waiting for the next vision of her you are able to glimpse. Patience becomes a most valued ability as nothing else matters but her. Ears afire with the sound of her voice. All pain does melt away and comes to be replaced with hard found love.
4) All other lusts once yearned for are swept away in the majesty of her beauty, sweetness, charm. An insatiable, yet not ravaging appetite consumes all other hungers; bodily, mentally, spiritually. Carnal thoughts do remain, though they become only giving, always willing, all urges bend to her desire. When waking brings to mind memories of her, I know that I have slept the sleep of angel an angel, dreamt the dream of an angel, seen the overwhelming beauty of the angel that she is.
The creative doors that have opened in me...
0netrulycan:
more like being horney