Girl of Hidden Night

 Girl of modesty, girl of hidden night,
you remove your day’s clothes, feeling sexy,
confiding only with mirror the sight
of your arms, long legs, and fertile body.
At late you hug your soft breasts of sweet dreams
drank by your flowered lips of honeycomb.
Your abdomen’s button is cup to streams
of sacred desire. Long hair shades your dome.

Precious girl—again a fresh naked child
free as you bathe, as you study your form
and observe your womanhood in curves wild
and all gained when blew fertility’s storm.
You let the running water frisky be.
Your full frame absorbs horny light with glee.