Petals In The Grass

A Passing Thought

Sometimes I think of her
Her pearly white skin
Creamy as a babies cheek
Long golden hair
Dancing in the sunlight
Emerald eyes
Staring back with desire
The way she held me
Like delicate china
As if I were to break
I wonder if I play a part
In her thoughts
Or in her calm dreams


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