Yesterday my sun slept before noon
That was early for it, tho very soon
I looked up into my sky, in search of moon and hope of star
I couldn't find, nor in sight, neither so far
Deep down I could feel the ocean, relieved
For it's moon, that used to growl
Deep down I caressed the wolf, distressed
At it's moon, in passion,who used to howl..
All around me it was pervertedly dark
All I had left was just to hark..
~DreamChaser~
~Reine~

It is a creamy white dream
of soft skin
that blends in
a flow
from her toes
to her long
blond locks.

Her stomach curves
only slightly
on either side
with an almost
perfectly
symmetrical
quality.

Her collarbone
moves in an almost
perfectly straight line
from her small
but strong shoulders
that are well defined.

Her face speaks of
youth and love
with silver eyes
of mischievousness.

Naked form
adorned with nature’s
lovely blessing
gracefully undresses
to share the artistry
of the small ******* I see.

I do not have to look sexually.
Even though a small part of me
stirs pervertedly,
the other part observes carefully
with a deep appreciation
of the bravery
it take to share what I see.

It is even stranger when I read
her poetry of an even deeper quality
because the sexist in me
does not expect to see
such physical grace and beauty
intertwined with a divine poetic mind.