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 don’t want
her
I 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 bath in the reflected glory of her
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