The soft angelic figure I hold dear to me
The soft light of the day shines gently across her covered figure as she slumbers peaceful through the morning hours. The silent world around the resting angelic figure stirs ever so slightly with her soft movements. Bright colors surrounding her seem to pale away under the radiance of her beauty with every passing moment. The soft breathing is all that stirs the air now as she drifts silently off to dream her sweet dreams...
I long to hold that angelic figure in my arms and let her know that she is mine and I am hers. To drift of to dream together for all the nights hours and to wake up knowing that when I open my eyes she will be there. Awakened by the soft mellow morning kiss that seems to shyly say "I love you" upon my lips. To exchange morning glances suggestively asking to stay cuddled all day together; lost in each others embrace never wanting that moment to end. Then to scoop her up to shower. Watching all the gently falling drops of water glide across her soft skin toward her cute little feet. Her flowing hair dangling along her slightly arched back toward the sky; her face seeming to glow beneath the falling drops of water like the soft glow of the rising sun against the horizon shining brighter with every glance.
I am perhaps to distracted mentally to conclude this for now... perhaps I will write more later. Eh I havent written anything and am horribly out of practice. I also think my immediate functionality with words has drifted road side to hitchhike further away from me as time has passed by.
I long to hold that angelic figure in my arms and let her know that she is mine and I am hers. To drift of to dream together for all the nights hours and to wake up knowing that when I open my eyes she will be there. Awakened by the soft mellow morning kiss that seems to shyly say "I love you" upon my lips. To exchange morning glances suggestively asking to stay cuddled all day together; lost in each others embrace never wanting that moment to end. Then to scoop her up to shower. Watching all the gently falling drops of water glide across her soft skin toward her cute little feet. Her flowing hair dangling along her slightly arched back toward the sky; her face seeming to glow beneath the falling drops of water like the soft glow of the rising sun against the horizon shining brighter with every glance.
I am perhaps to distracted mentally to conclude this for now... perhaps I will write more later. Eh I havent written anything and am horribly out of practice. I also think my immediate functionality with words has drifted road side to hitchhike further away from me as time has passed by.