04-04-2016, 11:18 AM
SECOND EDIT:
The brush of you words;
your hand on my arms,
alluring, powerful
could throw me against the wall.
Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite;
entering me with lilac, passion, and intent.
You are the image every artist craves to paint
but never captures,
brighter than the moon, the sun, the stars,
carved from the hands of angels.
Your life as eternal
as the goddess you embody.
FIRST EDIT:
The brush of you words;
your hand on my arms,
electric, powerful
could throw me against the wall.
Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite;
the image every artist craves to paint
but never captures,
you were carved from the hands of angels.
You are someone I have always needed;
Your life as eternal
as the goddess you embody.
ORIGINAL:
Your words brush across my mind like I'm feeling your hand slightly and gently on my arm. Your touch sends electric so powerful through my body it could throw me against the wall. Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite traveled millennia to be graced upon you. You are the image every artist craves to paint but can never capture, as if you were carved from the hands of angels directly. You are what I have always needed. You are someone who will live forever. I will punch everyone in the face until someone says they can make apple juice from lemons because that's the kind of exotic you are. Only....I still haven't met you. And if I have perhaps it was in another life or I was to clouded to comprehend you yet. If you do exist I will find you, and i will give you that apple juice made from lemons.
The brush of you words;
your hand on my arms,
alluring, powerful
could throw me against the wall.
Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite;
entering me with lilac, passion, and intent.
You are the image every artist craves to paint
but never captures,
brighter than the moon, the sun, the stars,
carved from the hands of angels.
Your life as eternal
as the goddess you embody.
FIRST EDIT:
The brush of you words;
your hand on my arms,
electric, powerful
could throw me against the wall.
Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite;
the image every artist craves to paint
but never captures,
you were carved from the hands of angels.
You are someone I have always needed;
Your life as eternal
as the goddess you embody.
ORIGINAL:
Your words brush across my mind like I'm feeling your hand slightly and gently on my arm. Your touch sends electric so powerful through my body it could throw me against the wall. Your body smells like the scent of Aphrodite traveled millennia to be graced upon you. You are the image every artist craves to paint but can never capture, as if you were carved from the hands of angels directly. You are what I have always needed. You are someone who will live forever. I will punch everyone in the face until someone says they can make apple juice from lemons because that's the kind of exotic you are. Only....I still haven't met you. And if I have perhaps it was in another life or I was to clouded to comprehend you yet. If you do exist I will find you, and i will give you that apple juice made from lemons.