
White taffeta waits
chaste upon antique chaise
Clinging closely to virtue
she ventures dreams
of fulfillment
Fleshly thoughts
often branched within
this barren wasteland
of desire
Yet she fortifies
her femininity
with tightly bound morality
Leaves dry brittle before time
as she awaits
undying ardor
from a heart not hurrying
in quick conquest
Praying love lingers
longer than fleeting glances
given her beauty
Surrender only will she
when a soul mate
makes his presence known
and together
that which is craved for
will culminate
in spirits entwined
for eternity






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haven't been writing much so who the hell knows what might come out

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