Sunday, 11 March 2012

Feel what is real (Prose)

by Mr Darcy

Fingers tips feel their way, searching, searching for what is needed most. Like a breath another is inevitable as a heartbeat is to living.

Like a scent on the wind, my fragrance whispers ardently, honestly and respectfully. Allow its signature to trace your contours and create a masterpiece in your image.

Beauty blesses those who recognise its' imagery created on a welcoming canvas. You are safe, this is real and tangible.

Love flows like an endless stream, rejuvenating as it grows; tumbling over a fall into a glistening, sapphire bayou. 

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