Your veil makes you that much more,
Attractive to my inner yearnings,
Oh how I wish that I could be,
Underneath that cotton surface
covering your head, tracing along your hair,
Down your arched spine.
I see you in my dreams,
Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,
Your olive skin against them,
Drowning in a pool of white feathers;
They fall from my pillowcases,
Into the nakedness between your thighs.