She slips into him quietly with a soft sigh and holds his soul on a pillow of down. She rocks him as gently as unseen waves on a calm summer day. She surrounds him in a honeysuckle breeze, an aroma lightly touching his skin, quenching that inner aching thirst. She leaves him in her haven where desires melt into contentment, where sleep comes like a baby's, safely and soundly. Not a peep of discomfort can be heard as she pours herself into the nooks where worry dwells. As fleeting as she is, serenity is a welcome surrendering respite like the first sip of a perfect cup of tea.
Both make him smile......
6 comments:
beautiful
so are you layla.
BEAUTIFUL, My Dear!
So poetic and tender in it's poetry...!
Wow!---That is wonderful! Wow..
Naomi.....thank you. i was trying for a soft touch.
Tim....glad you liked it. It came from a comment a friend made the other day about seeing someone who look like the perfect picture of serenity. I thought about it for a bit, decided to give serenity a gender and try to capture the feeling in a picture.
it was a fun writing exercise. :)
I could feel serenity all around me while reading that. Just lovely.
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