Seeing Love Rest Upon the Sheets

Sunday morning thoughts caress the sheets of one so fair.

The breath whispers of innocence, nurturing love’s belief,

I gaze in silent wonder, my thoughts rage, I am beauty’s thief.

Your hair cascades across the sheets in playful grace

Concealing the magic of sleep that enshrouds your face.

Glistening in dawn’s light, shoulders, rounded drifts of subtle, silken skin

Bely the power of your being, a tempest lies sleeping within.

The arched curve of your neck, yearning, across it my lips must drift

A pulse, a flutter of essence, gives my ardent hope a lift.

Tense and tumbling, my lips wallow in the shallow hollow of your chest.

The lazy dunes of womanhood, my eager breath wafts along your breast.

Dreaming in quiet splendour, I hear them whisper a coaxing of my name

I deny my desire, to taste them, to caress such perfection would be to shame.

The wonder of your belly, as velvet and giving as the canvas of night

Holds the magic of a woman, where babes and life’s fire are brought to light.

Thighs gently parted lead to man’s ever pursued treasure,

When drunk in passion, it floods the mind, drowning pleasure.

Your hand touches and fondles, a tender power of unending source.

I drift hapless, marooned, as I am led blindly down love’s willing course.

Yet as I gaze at you, I see only sheets, withering in lonely grief,

For you are gone, my thoughts alone are my lovelorn heart’s relief.

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Ten Second Takeaway:

Love’s moments are raindrops, they are encompassing and ephemeral. — Kevin Farran