Your beauty burns like a thousand suns,
your lips are tender and the forbiden fruit which i crave,
your eyes shine like droplets of fire
your are my angel with lips so sweet and hips of round,
my angel with everlasting beauty seen through my eyes,
I will see you as you are even if your immense beuty does fade
words cannot describe your true beauty which i hold dear,
is your beauty so vibrant yet i describe it as an item to treasure, your beauty is you and i treasure you.
Added:
Are these thoughts that occur impure? If so, i condemn them to the beauty from wence they came, to my angel with eyes like dark moons of brown and skin so soft and smooth. Does my heart ache for your beauty and passion or does my mind want your body and your curves.
Your grace is which could be said in a hundred languages yet none would give you rightful justice. Your mind has been through so much but it still holds strong, I keep away not because of my heart that burns for you, but your happiness, your joy fills me with feelings, none which i could describe with words a many. I do not wish to break you even if it does mean watching your joy flow from a source so different to me, is this a feat i must over come? Must i seek your heart over another, the one that grazes you with more pleasure? |
Submission Name: Impure Thoughts ♥ ♥ ♥
