In the rising moonlight,
I gazed at her shadowy silouette framed against the low rolling waves of the ocean. Her blonde locks were a wild nimbus around the heart shape of her face,
I need no light to see her features for I can see them with my eyes closed.
Her high cheekbones, so finely pronounced, her amber eyes... jeweled treasures.
The sight of the sweep of her supple skin makes me ache for her.
She is all I ever wanted in life.
Everything I hope to attain in this world is only to please her.
Her voice calms me like the gentle sounds of a springtime rain.
To feel her touch is like a feather drifting on the cool morning breeze.
Her voice... gentle, soft and alluring, calls out to my senses like a flower calls out to the sun for its life giving warmth.
She is my queen... she is my Goddess... she... is my wife.
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