my love is an archer  

nuts4noah 59F
399 posts
9/6/2006 10:25 am
my love is an archer


He plants his strong thighs and reaches for his arrow, straight of shaft and decorative of feather. He places it in his dependable bow and arches his strong back, his pliant arms drawing the string. The arrow flies and hits its mark, the shaft quivering in the molted morning sun. The forest is silent in reverence of his skill. The mark itself is grateful, opening herself to his wounding blow. The whole scene is blissfully created by Greg who silent arrives and silent leaves, a smile glancing across his pleasant and manly features. All are lucky who have a love as my archer, firm of body, mind and spirit. Rest in the knowledge that your archer enters the woods this day.

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