Before the Mirror

She stands before the mirror,
An august vision
A supple young tree
Blushing pink
Swaying in my breeze

And as the Autumn wind
I ripple through her leaves
Gently I disrobe her
As she watches me

She grows red
With slight trembling
Hers is a pure innocence
A tenderness so heavenly

I lay a kiss upon her shoulder
Drinking her fragrance in
Like jasmine and cinnamon
Is her soft and silky skin

Though blushing
She governs the night
How eagerly I long
To bathe her with delight

I catch her eyeing me
With a giddy naked smile
Her words are just as sweet:
‘Come revel in me a while’