When Worlds Collide
Lying naked atop her bed, her pure white dove..
A string of black feathers strung, across her breast
Gently her soft fingers, caressing, her flower so fragrant
Eyes of want gazing deeply into my own; her beauty, my love.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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