SILK

 She is a pane of perfection, a little beast that roars. With nothing but beauty and grace, she charms and adores. Her strands of softness, her smile and sweet talk. 

She is a masterpiece of nature, a unicorn in the flock. Her presence is a dream, a blissful fantasy. She is a lamp in the dark, a star in the galaxy. She shreds the shadows with her elegance, she is one of a kind. She may not know it, she may not see it, but she is an angel in my mind. A blessing for all men, a gift from above. She is the reason I write, the muse of my love.

husH 🤫