She sits before the mirror
Head
inclined
Fine
brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading
down one side
The
evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The
lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked
but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently
invites my caress
Her
heady perfume filled the room
Invading
my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The
fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In
the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As
she sees me watching her
And
knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And
at its radiance my heart soars
Making
me want her
I
don’t ask why she loves me
I
just thank god for her
For
her elegant beauty
And
for the greater beauty inside
This
evening I must share her
But
later she will be mine alone
So
for now I bathe in the reflected glory of her
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