A Nightingales Slumber
I bestow my eyes upon the most captivating of creations.
Her breath soft and steady as she falls more deeply into her slumber.
I listen as the silence she lay in becomes disturbed by the lingering sound of her breath as it escapes her lips.
I watch as the light begins to dance on her skin.
Utter adoration filling my soul as i softly stroke her porcelain cheek.
Bubbling laughter now fills my mind as a sweet smile is formed by her perfect strawberry lips.
I become lost at the sight of her beauty so peaceful as she rests beside me.
I drift in my thoughts taking in every part of her perfectly molded satin skin.
My nightingale so strong yet so poise.
In the early hours of yet another graciously granted morning i lay speechless..... I am taken by you! My love!
All i need all i crave nothing more than a mere reach away from my touch.
I smile as i bask in your ambiance.
As i close my eyes and draw you close i am thankful to my nightingale for another perfect ray.
Copyright © Vintage Sparrow | Year Posted 2015
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