An Oath of Epic Proportion
He is hers, she is his
He walks beside her with the look of pride upon his face,
The sunshine highlights the golden tints in her long hair,
Her ruby lips curling into a graceful smile as she gazes into his eyes,
Love sparkling between their entwined fingers, sizzling with adoration and care.
He continues to glance her way when he thinks she won’t notice,
As he struggles to keep his eye off the very person he sees as perfection,
He leans closer and whispers in her ear. “You’re the definition of my soul,
The bringing of the best of me and the fountain of my affection.”
Once in the privacy of their bedroom, he drops to his knees,
Crying for the goddess that stands sleekly before his love,
She bends to his level and cradles him in her arms,
In awe at the preciousness of this man, a gift from the heavens above.
When he rises, he slowly strips her of all obstacles standing in his way,
And he takes the time to gaze upon the mystic of her glorious form,
She glows under his adoration, a slight blush forming on her skin,
Undulating in the glory of his attention, her emotions kicking up a…
