One October Morn
The presence of serenity lie
Naked by my side,
With hair like wildfire spread on the sheets
While she sleeps her dreamless sleep;
I watch her bosom swell and ebb
With each slow, languid breath.
And ever so lightly I trace a finger
Along her bare shoulder
—that smooth, porcelain feel.
How my enthralled heart stop still
What with beside me, I am sure,
The fairest amongst God’s creatures.
My spirit celebrates with delight
At having my Dream spend with me the night.
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