When I think of my perfect woman, I see her clear as day.
She's beautiful and she's a fountain of love.
When she walks into a room her glow softens things, and somehow makes everything more perfect.
...Even her passions and her rages flow with a natural beauty. Her energies never end; she floats like a breeze, or like a gale - however the fancy takes her.
A constant challenge for the men in her life, she feeds their strength.
She is beauty. & I see her in my bed each morning :)
2 comments:
aw that's sweet.
I wonder if she reads this blog...
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