Golden

Tye Martin
When the sun awakens itself upon him, his reflection is transcendently golden. His shadow, a faithful servant always beside him carrying his royal robe. Yes he is a King, a man worthy of the highest honor. His smile radiates illuminative heat that has the power to melt many hearts as though they were mere snow against a furnace. His touch establishes holy imprints of royalty, reminding you of his blessed visitation.

His complexion rich, his heart priceless beyond measure. His body ripe like a perfectly grown peach ready to eat. His lips plump like grapes from the finest vineyard, able to deliver the finest of wine. His muscles stand firm and militant like an army commanded by a general ready for war.

His history written across the ancient beginning of dreams......my dreams, and he will forever and always be .......Golden

Published by Tye Martin

I am whatever I am called to be at whatever given time, for I am the representative of my creator.  View profile

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  • 3lilangels2/14/2008

    wow i loved this one very beautiful!!!!!!

  • Mary E. Coe2/5/2008

    Very good. Enjoyed.

  • Momie Tullottes2/3/2008

    I love this! Excellent job, as always! :-)

  • mwtsaginaw2/1/2008

    I don't know, this used to be our mean police chief's last name! Strange things happen. You're doin' good, Tye. I think y ou even fixed my computer, cause last night when I wanted to read this stuff it was stalling and sputtering so bad, I couldn't even get inside the files without getting that danged house, oops, that danged hourglass at five minutes at a time. One criticism though, I think your titles are a little too long ...... you know I gotta mess with you.

  • Lisa Renee.1/31/2008

    Wow....this is gorgeous!

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