The beauty of women is inspirational.
do not be angry,
twas not my fault,
her love was mine,
though she was yours,
at the time.
There is no need for resistance,
My darling from a far,
We’ve been all along this quiet front for longer than an instance.
My eyes are enthralled,
By all your existence,
The softness of your skin,
the tenderness you’re emitting.
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.