Window blinds rattle
with the breeze...
sunlight stripes
fall across the bed...
My love lays in
languid disarray...
Crimson locks splatter the
pillow around her head...
Pale limbs tangle
up the sheets...
dangerous curves,
invite my touch...
but I dare not move,
I scarcely breathe..
as her lips part with
a long low sigh .
I am content
dispite the encroaching day
I love your imagery
"My love lays in
languid disarray...
Crimson locks splatter the
pillow around her head...
Pale limbs tangle
up the sheets...
dangerous curves,
invite my touch..."
and flowing fluid verses.
PJ