Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

O’ restless main,
Against the breast
Of earth resides.
Her dun hued neck
Receives his cold caress.

Though chilled and tame
She begs a touch,
His frigid stroke.
Relentless he
Embraces and recedes.

With constancy
Her ache erased
Then need renewed~
As in her arms
His passion knows no end.

Beauty revealed, breathtakingly.

This piece is first rate AD.
really enjoyed it

H

*smiling* Am glad you found it so H~ Thank you for reading~

Well, ADannon ... quite a piece you've created here! It took me on a pleasant journey. Thank you for sharing.

mtmynd~
Thanks for reading and letting me know you did~ *s*