Monday, September 26, 2011

Вспоминая красоты

O, what wondrous miracle is this?
This porcelain goddess who fills my vision,
Haunts my waking dreams and inhabits my thoughts.

The corners of her mouth quirking in a smile, at my glance,
Cherry lips opening in a silent gasp at my touch,
Cheeks reddening ever so slightly at my whispered words.

Hair falling around her face as she looks at me beneath her,
Light behind her head silhouetting her with an auburn halo,
Piercing blue eyes shining out from within.

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