whispering lips
that smooth out all
hurt and pain,
turning the world to a
silken rush about my flesh.
Blue eyes adorned with
black lace,
So beautiful, so god-like,
Stealing a young girl's breath.
Skin soft like velvet,
so filled with warm, pulsing life.
Brushing a tingling rush
Through my flesh.
And ode to my loved on,
Words that don't reach
Deep enough for others to know
What fire burns here.
Author notes
and ode to west <3
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Goal by N e a r.
20000 points, ended June 2, 2008, 929 entries
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