The Crystal Slipper
I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand,
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die,
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a
kiss...
Copyright © Jr Seville | Year Posted 2009
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