by The Reaper
A rhyming poem about the entrancing effect of a beautiful woman awaking...
|Her face glowing
With hair flowing
Shining in the early morning light.
She lets out a sigh
As she opens her eye
And hazily stares up to my delight.
The curves of her gentle form
Are waves in a raging storm
That had me entranced at first sight.
She caresses my side
And all my doubts died
As I see her smile, warm and bright.
She is my true love
A true angel from above
And all reality fades as she holds me tight.