Meme stolen from frausorge
If you see this, post a poem.
Her Gaze
by Nezuko, ©2007
My queen I see, enrob'd in fun-fur green,
and corset tight bound round her narrow waist.
Her eyes alight with laughter and high mirth,
her voice calls me to take up her sweet pace.
I sit beside her, rapt enthrall'd am I,
content to be mere ornament to her
who shines with something greater than the good
of all the goods that now or ever were.
And yet she calls me precious, heaven-sent.
How can she find that I, base lump of clay,
am anything like jewels or seraphim?
It is her gaze remakes me in that way.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence there describes your sex life in 2012.
"I got the door closed as his was opening, spilling white light into the room."
That seems somehow promising...
If you see this, post a poem.
Her Gaze
by Nezuko, ©2007
My queen I see, enrob'd in fun-fur green,
and corset tight bound round her narrow waist.
Her eyes alight with laughter and high mirth,
her voice calls me to take up her sweet pace.
I sit beside her, rapt enthrall'd am I,
content to be mere ornament to her
who shines with something greater than the good
of all the goods that now or ever were.
And yet she calls me precious, heaven-sent.
How can she find that I, base lump of clay,
am anything like jewels or seraphim?
It is her gaze remakes me in that way.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence there describes your sex life in 2012.
"I got the door closed as his was opening, spilling white light into the room."
That seems somehow promising...