everything you are is silk.
the sweetest of your skin, the tremor of your lips as you speak.
if i could hold that pleasure for even a minute the world would be set right.
clarity comes from your beauty.
perfection is the way your hair flows down you like a river.
to be swept up by that river would drown me in love.
i long for your roses.
how does exquisitiness taste? let me have your lips to find out.
in full bloom i wager your roses turn pink in delight.