Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Dawn

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Dawn

The contours of her face were gilded by the sunrise, The morning's sweet caress defining each hollow and curve The innocence of her sleeping form tenderly baptised In the font of the new sun with only me to observe The gentle magics of the dawn. The outlines of her form were hidden by the covers... Sign in to see full entry.

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