Her feet danced like scattering leaves
Her hips sway like the ocean waves
Her hands pull me closer with effortless ease
I am lost in her eyes for days
Cinnamon spice are her chestnut curls,
Rose petals for softness, her skin
Her hands are like wings on a butterflies back
Her smile with secrets within
Sweet honey glistens upon her lips
A miracle in every breath
But touch her
Go near her
And you'll learn to fear her
Whose Whispers bring angels to death.
YOU ARE READING
Flickers
RandomA bundle of blurbs. (from my pinterest comments) Vote for which to expand into full stories
