Recumbent

Beauty wrapped in a black dress
recumbent in the lingering dip
stating mysteries from time’s start
with the answer beyond the clad
my breath is taken in response
to the marvel of such a frame
I’ll admit of biased thoughts
predilections swarm to my mind

salaciousness now expressed
in two tones that contrast
demur found in fabric’s grasp
while the skin accedes much more
flesh and fabric cooperate
contours spit between the two
demanding worship in the thoughts
to the pious or the lewd

the shapes below textile’s breadth
echo vistas in distant lands
decolletage hinting nothing more
than potential held within
the less is more as the curves
speak to desires now suppressed
for the sweep of God’s grace
is recognized in the nude restrained.

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