Women of Royalty
The light of dawn warms my tanned, scarred yet desirable back,
as the rest of my body reeks of the everlasting scent of a royal lilac.
My dark mane cascades in luscious curls over my broad shoulders,
the very ones that are capable of supporting the transport of impenetrable boulders.
It is without doubt that my stride hitches the soul...
as the rest of my body reeks of the everlasting scent of a royal lilac.
My dark mane cascades in luscious curls over my broad shoulders,
the very ones that are capable of supporting the transport of impenetrable boulders.
It is without doubt that my stride hitches the soul...