Her hair flows like a
Million summers as
She walks away swaying slightly,
Into the warm afternoon,
She doesn’t do seduction.
Her inviting eyes dance just for
Me as she looks back -
Her summer’s dress showing her
Slender shoulders kissed by
The early June sun – this –
Her month.
Beauty will fade she say’s -
Surely not this beauty,
This natural beauty that shades
The brightest sunrise
A beauty that brightens
The darkest of skies.
Fate could have washed me
Onto her shores I
Could have found myself
Lying in shallow water looking
Into her loving face
A moistness in her full, rosy
Lips, that says
Your safe Rog… come to me
Come into my cave, my sweet,
and love with me
Love with me…
1 comment:
Stunning work Roger, I swear you get better and better! I love how you place the pictures, there's a lot of thought behind matching images to words. HG :-) xx
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