
Get thee to bed thou fine braid of silken flesh and breasts,
oh mine of a beauty unified —
thou thighsome firmament and poem,
for does my mysterious destiny flower unfold my dreams.
The gods have granted me absolution, for safe indulgence —
gift of a mortal divine.
But ‘tis I now, gladly, who doth long in surrender, instead.








Sighhh...This is...you are...simply too beautiful for any language
♥ 





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