Through the open French window,
The sun streamed into
the room,
Spreading across her
Semi recumbent form
Bathing her pale
porcelain skin
In its yellow glow
I look on with delight
At her sensual beauty
Marvelling at the sight
Loins filled with lust
And an indestructible
desire
Forged of steel and
fire
As my hungry eyes
Consumed her treasures
Then I covered her
smooth skin
With kisses soft and
feather light
Before I could finally
enjoy
The previously hinted
at joy
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