To Touch, Perchance to Feel
See this radiant body,
how I bask in its sensual delight.
Smooth and blush,
with bareness made to tempt.
I stroke this honeysuckle leaness,
and caress at lithe flesh,
only to relish in the pleasure of being a woman.
I feel the warmth. I smell the skin.
It smells like a baby, fresh and innocent.
I touch the softness that changed my destiny,
and think how marvelous to feel, to exist.
My hands break deep into me
reaching my soul.
Reaching this brilliant being.
And all splendid eyelids
are on this perfect woman.