I am the tree, branches bent low beneath the weight of a multitude of emotions: Fiery desire coloring tender leaves auburn and orange while tentative fears shadow the ground at my roots - roots so firmly planted in your soil, rich and fertile, nourishing me with the sweetest essence of life.
In the springtime winds, I shake my head, revelling in the sensation of your breath upon my brow as you sleep - peaceful and calm, your mind wandering lavendar skies while mine tiptoes every inch of your body.
I want to reach out and caress the line of your jaw, the curve of your shoulder, the hollow of your throat, oh how my lips tremble! Wanting to plant tiny seeds of passion there. But I cannot touch you, I can only lay here and think of how I continue to grow beneath the sun that is you...
Oh, very lovely! And very creative! The last three lines made me go "aww". Very delicate and very sentimental. I adore the picture as well. Excellent job. :)
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
Good Morning Lady Poe, Hope All Is Well. The Picture compliments your gorgeous words, so well. All the time reading this I felt a yearning, real heart felt compassion, in your sentiments. Your words have moved me, the ending, words I wished I had penned.
