HyperFlame951

Their fur is soft, like gossamer As white as fresh milk, Eyes as blue as diamonds, or something of that ilk. Paws as innocent as a baby’s Belly full on meat and bread, Teeth showing, sharp as a lion’s, As they go to sleep in bed. Do not wake them, oh strange beauty That makes my heart a-flutter, Or I will punish you truely, Cutting up your heart like butter. Their fur is soft, like gossamer As white as fresh milk, Blood as red as rusted iron Or something of that ilk. They’ll stay with me forever, Forever sleeping deep, As their youthful, supple body Lies at the bottom of the creek. No one can disturb them

If I could wake up to anything, It would be to you; Your smile so soft, and Your eyes, too. I could cradle you, Or you, me, Just awoken from sleep And either get up to a new day, Or go back to sleep. Your hair could tickle my cheeks, As we snuggle close, I wouldn’t want for anything, But your happiness the most. I can tell you I love you, And then you would, too. If I could wake up to anything, It would be next to you.