BEAUTIFUL NAKEDNESS

She said – Write what you see while my clothes are off.
While her skin played host to the lights,
And her youthfulness glooms like a baby’s cradle.
I sat like a doll controlled by strings.
Paper and ink are my tools;
My imagination mingled like a drunken child.
Oh! This beautiful nakedness my eye beholds.

Her lips shaped like ribbon on an angel.
Eye deep that I could feel my soul stare.
Her shampooed hair smelt like a strawberry field;
And my mind felt like a slave cultivating
This beauty my eye beholds.
Shamelessly naked,
…Endlessly beautiful.

Oblige me to feel your skin ma’am.
Oh! Did I send a shiver down your spine?
Her skin felt like a dove with no feathers.
My hands glides through – No fiction.
Her beautiful perfection like a ginger spring.
A body like silk made in Egypt,
And engraved into a human skin.

She says – I will frame this.
Yes! I will put this on my wall.
This depraved feeling screams ‘encore’.
That I lean forward until my lips welcome hers’.
This feeling of utopia as we both fell asleep,
With nothing on our skin tonight,
Nothing – besides this beautiful nakedness.

©August 2011. Phillip E.O. All Rights Reserved.

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