Soft as Silk

Soft as silk; delightful in it's prime. A gift from the Gods  ; divine.  To  touch suck a treasure in bloom. A beautiful flower I assume. And I sinfully hide it from the world, it's beautiful array shall not decay.

I shall keep my cache of beauty Abey. It's velvet succulence holds me at bay.I must hoard it, keep it. Because others may ravish it! They say they not know what wrong is therefor they do no wrong , but it is wrong.

I pray deeply to the Gods hopefully, Knowingly that What I do Isn't wrong. The same wrong that I know not of? The beauty of a light that I hoard from above? It's peddles rest beneath my palm; just sitting there so calm.

Restful amenity they say and I crave it's array. pulchritude, I named it that, the sound of it may not be appealing but look at it's meaning. For it's what I cherish that alien abundance to time will tell soft as silk and hopefully will never wilt.