just let her
in shades of pink
born of maturity
a gift, rooted deep
simple offerings
puddles of water her drink
sun kissed
displayed, considered a weed
country worn
she, rarely what you think
Tag Archives: Pink
Day Four – Five Day Song Challenge
My thanks to Ms. Heartafire for bringing me along.
Wouldn’t be a walk through my heart if we didn’t stop here, too.
Day Four: The One That Got Away – P!nk
The Rules:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU. (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE
Want
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
Sweet Offerings
summit blushes sweet
flush covers entirely
offered before you
Coo
her faintly bushings
proven less concerning here
seduction wears pink
Remember
rouged within her layers
allow your fingers
to wonder in
rose bud center
pink shades of velvet
just as soft as you remember
Spring Break
Sensual freedom
Full figured came a callin’
Tame the hair, Betty
Yours
approaching slowly,
towards this fresh rose
and gently placing her
misused petal
between your finger
and thumb will allow you
the opportunity to know her better.
all of her
torn, a few pieces taken, but still worthy of being yours,
if you’ll let her…
She Promises More
Do you see her
Tell me
She’s light pink
Isn’t she
Probably
Incredibly soft
With a velvet touch
She blushes for you
Bashfully
In truth
Look, see right there
Run your finger
Across her
Gently, of course
She’s yours
Later,
She promises
More
It Takes Two
He’s pleased with her form
Content with her approach
Happy to shower her, adored
She’s delicate by design
Comfortable with her skin
Waiting to be taken, as his
Together the perfect match
She, his opalescent beauty
He flourishing as he is, naturally
Fool (Elfje)
Fair
Lightest touch
Shadows devour slowly
Pressed to exhibit strength
Romantic
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“I hope she’ll be a fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” – Daisy Buchanan
The Great Gatsby
Thrive
Bashful pink
Refusing to fade
Painted lightly upon
In soft, delicate shades
By his loving artistic hands
Believing in, wholeheartedly,
Thriving beyond circumstance
Feeding
Seeking her
Drawn in by color
Jewel toned
Luscious and ample flower
Opening for his need
She releases beautifully
Succumbing to his desire
He drinks what she’s offering
Power draining her reserve
Sitting admiring his handy work
She – easily persuaded
Wrapped (Haiku)
Goosebumps provide me
Moments of eternity
Wrapped around you
Beauty Of The Garden
Beauty of the garden
Soft, smooth and velvety
Perfect shade to please
In season and willing
For you to take a peek
Approach her gently
Don’t confuse her
With your favorites
She’s no lady in waiting
She’s completely aware
Of what she offers
Not your normal flavor
Command her attention
Ease into her with caution
She shines iridescent inside
Delicate
Just how weak
Do you think she is
Suppose her petals
Would crumble
Under your possessive
Hand’s power
Pink the color
Of delicate
In full view
She’s not afraid
Of you
Passionate Pink
Splash of color
Bathing in green
Pale, light, angelic flower
Hint of freckling
Quiet and willing
Independent
Brave
Although, quivering
Choosing to believe
She belongs here
Refuses to compare
Color or ability
Once a bud with hot pink protectives
Then the sun arrived
Petals begin to emanate
Flowing
Stretching their limbs
A fair maiden preparing
Soaking in ray’s of sun
Light creates her sublimely
Sweet, pale, pink flower
Nothing else compares
Yet, she holds no power
Remaining vulnerable
To your stare
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 