Читать книгу Distracted Thoughts - L.F. dos Santos - Страница 28

A soft ephemeral breeze

caresses her nude sanctuary

mellowed by refined thoughts

her physical state was delightful

confined in the milieu

the sound of the surf levitates her senses

the smoothness of the refined sand

a prelude of a heavenly womb

a day that flourishes to be perfect

adorned with bliss.