Dream Woman

The soft pad of her ass is so serene
The perfect pillows in a perfect dream.

She lies front down on the bed
Looking back with a turn of her head.

Propped up on her elbows her shoulders rise
Cheek to back of hand and that look in her eyes.

Her eyes glow with a love that beams --
It is there in her smile and is all that it seems.

Over her back and next to her face
Is a sheer chemise with a pattern like lace.

It's the color of cream and it floats on a stream
Over the greatest treasure of my wildest dreams.

Poking below this shirt with no dress
Is the pink perfect perfection of the tip of her breast.

Below her shirt -- below her waist
There are no clothes at all -- that this vision would waste.

Hers is the perfect derrière
The perfect answer to her lover's prayer.

The curve of her bottom flows into her thighs
And back to the magic of her eyes.

Her dark curving lashes her elegant brow --
Her dense billowing hair is a red auburn cowl.

Oh to prove worthy of someone like this
To be true to your dreams and truth never dismiss.
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