fragrance...

the sun slanted its rays to plant a gentle kiss on her milk white cheeks;

its glow bequeathed a halo like crown over her soft black hair

the angelic face adored with the curve of pink luscious lips

the scintillation shimmered in her marble eyes

the world paused to take a breath, breathe her fragrant self

the breathe that tried to hold her....clasp her...for she shall flutter and be gone

like the multihued butterfly over the daffodils, like the golden glow of the setting sun

just to capture..was the whiff of her cascading her....

the fragrance of soft skin,

i ll hold my breathe and hold her within...for it shall be all I will have when she will be gone

It beautifully engulfed winter days....the morning wakes up wearily, streching its arms and brushing away the sordid sun like a lock of hair over its temple. Chilling fingers carress the soft red cheeks and send a shrill down the spine. The clock moves lazily for the day hath come but sleepy souls resist its march. A smoking coffee stands tall admist the pile of books, welcoming the passerby. frills of smoke rise a while before losing themselves to the cold air.
the pink lips part and gently say thy name of love...
love the warmth that made the chill dissappear and spread its arms into a big bear hug