Her

by Cassie   Nov 14, 2005


The sun's rays outline her form,
Golden beams splash color in her hair,
Her face strong, with eyes that tell stories.
Her lips do not call out, but beckon softly.

A soft blush cascades her cheek,
Her smell is soft, yet sharp and lingering.
Her whispers are gentle voices.
Beauty lovelier than the most richest sunset.

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  • 20 years ago

    by K

    That was nice, short and sweet. I like the way you described the girl talking. Keeo it up loved it!!