The outline of her body
Displayed across the bed.
Like a blurred impressionist painting brought to life.
I’m a permitted voyeur
With un-admittable dreams that only she can soothe.
From the small of her back to the nape of her neck is smooth and warm like a sand dune.
In the presence of a woman.
I’m a man reduced to a boy.
Breathless by painted lips and catholic modesty.
Curled hair immaculate
Reaching down, over,
Over past perfumed neck and soft breast.
Round and ample
Stirring me, but: that face;
That unblemished Venus un-severe
I cannot compare.
Shining eyes half closed
In hushed repose, smokily
Watching me.
Every time I see her is like the first.
A discovery of a treasure thought lost.
Smiling at my breathlessness
She beckons me closer.
Consumed I approach trembling
This picture of beauty.
The mother of my child.
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