About Me
At last, we have found us; let the poetry flow 'tween our entwined souls and our eyes reflect the passion of every word we write.Let us bleed freedom and cast off our mortal cage, for heaven awaits us, to grace its page.
Gracious Words.
“Her iridescent eyes whispered
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
my sweetest surrender.”
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
my sweetest surrender.”
(via graciouswords)
“Her iridescent eyes whispered
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
……………………………………….
my sweetest surrender.”
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
……………………………………….
my sweetest surrender.”
(via graciouswords)
“Her iridescent eyes whispered
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
my sweetest surrender.”
in tones as soft and gentle as the
crimson sunset resting upon
splendorous undulations;
where lingering shadows
accentuated the perfectly formed
contours of burning desire and
my sweetest surrender.”
(Source: graciouswords)
