she lays out in the warm sun
scented with the romantic notions of moonlight
her illustrated eyes slowly wander me
like a sensual thought left to drift
like a sweet dream left to thrive
she lays out in the summer daylight
adorned like she is the treasure of night
echo of her deepest
echo of her darkest
like a soft promise of
like a sweet dream of
she lays out in the warm sun
her head alive with refined and delicate beauty
her lips have poised wet meanings silently implied
while her hand wanders its loose fingers along your roughness
seeking and finding the soft spot between bitterness and delight
and there she sees me
melts onto the cool crisp bedsheets
and into my waiting arms
nothing makes her desire the night more than
desire itself