Daniel Clarke

I wrote this for and about a lady I was seeing at the time. Nothing ever came of the relationship, but may as well take advantage of inspiration when it strikes I suppose. smooth as silk and soft as satin soft as angels feathered wings pale beauty and alluring of their praises my heart sings like moonlit marble sculpture they curve serenely upwards like something from a picture that’s worth a thousand words intriguing in their beauty their warmth is captivating as objects of desire they set men salivating to reach out and caress them is something few men do […]