Thursday picture prompt
We got soft arms and strong touch So do we have strong arm and soft touch, Seeing from the windown how his strong arm Produced a soft touch of love. Expressing affection that seem to know no age At first i'll take love as a lie, But this love is pure beauty and innocent. Her hair turns grey, yet all he sees Are the youthful blood that had his say be my wife Love isnt a prey to blindness But spelled under beauty. Love being found loses what age is seen Remaining in length of youth Covered with love unconditional. His palm rolled dowj her chin She mourned in joy over loading. Her mouth seem so sweet But his strong arm makes her save, And while her sexuality had gone dry, His soft palm reminded her that not all that matters. Inked by Annaj Mystery of d morning sun Shining into the wide spread curtain Poke nosing to the glamour of today's spicy Heart epic. I treasure this moment cause of it sensation Building goosebumps in me to know the heart is pure. ...
