EVEN AS SHE SLEEPS.
Posted: February 21st, 2011, 5:31 am
Even as she sleeps you love her and you
Wish you could be like Henri and paint each
Aspect of her features each line and each
Crease of brow and the way her lips are and
The beauty of her closed lids and as you
Recline beside her take in her light brown
Hair and the pink negligee she wears you
Know that like Mimi your skills are just the
Pleasing of men and the releasing of
Their sexual juices yet as you stare
At her sleeping there taking her last ten
Minute nap before the next man and the
Sex you want to drink in each part of her
Being just look at her for the sheer joy
It brings for the mere moment just to let
Each aspect of her being there before
You and fight back the deep urge to kiss her
And remembering that morning lying
Beside her in the big double bed she
Occupies in the attic and swimming
In the arms of her large love and almost
Drowning in the body of her passion
And come on my red haired pussy cat she
Said come on Cherie and you drank her and
Kissed her and rested in her arms and now
Reclining beside her on the sofa
You want her even more want this moment
Of her silently sleeping there and you
Watching her never to end want to be
Able like Henri to capture the whole
Moment in the colours of paint and oils
On canvas for all the world to witness
But you know there is only this moment
This small tick of time’s touch which seems all too
Little yet in this deep love all so much.
Wish you could be like Henri and paint each
Aspect of her features each line and each
Crease of brow and the way her lips are and
The beauty of her closed lids and as you
Recline beside her take in her light brown
Hair and the pink negligee she wears you
Know that like Mimi your skills are just the
Pleasing of men and the releasing of
Their sexual juices yet as you stare
At her sleeping there taking her last ten
Minute nap before the next man and the
Sex you want to drink in each part of her
Being just look at her for the sheer joy
It brings for the mere moment just to let
Each aspect of her being there before
You and fight back the deep urge to kiss her
And remembering that morning lying
Beside her in the big double bed she
Occupies in the attic and swimming
In the arms of her large love and almost
Drowning in the body of her passion
And come on my red haired pussy cat she
Said come on Cherie and you drank her and
Kissed her and rested in her arms and now
Reclining beside her on the sofa
You want her even more want this moment
Of her silently sleeping there and you
Watching her never to end want to be
Able like Henri to capture the whole
Moment in the colours of paint and oils
On canvas for all the world to witness
But you know there is only this moment
This small tick of time’s touch which seems all too
Little yet in this deep love all so much.