Poem A painting of a window wreathed in playful pink and purple flowers with a white backdrop of splashes of pink and orange paint

Sunlit smile
beaming through the open Window
cool Breeze
 fluttering through the curtains,
 bashful like a veiled bride.

Sensual perfume filled the air.
I feel her threading between these fingers,
whispering by these ears.

Don’t be shy, I say
Slip between this breast
Speak through these eyes, these lips..
with every twist of this body,
in quivers of ecstasy and nerves
take possession of me.
Muse of my heart.


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