THE BALLET

2.jpg The Ballet by Wulfgar Her soft eyes caress my mind, And I look beyond into her soul. Blinded by depth and hastened by anticipation, I dive into her ocean. She is careless and free, With skin tender and sweet As grass on a lazy hill. The fine strands of her hair ease themselves down, Tickling her neck In a rain of kisses. The delicate ballet of her fingers Moving thoughtlessly along her neck Fascinates. 03 Dolannes Melody.mp3 ballet