So sorry to bother, would you kindly change the date in the heading to October 18, 2005.
Thank You so much.
So sorry, I am one week ahead of myself.
Lover by Dawn
As dawn breaks soft through the windows above my bed,
I watch her sleep and lay silent in wonder at the art that is she.
Her skin is as soft as silk, yet filled with the heat of life and passion fed,
I caress her with gentle joy at the mystery that only she can be.
Her eyes are closed in deepest sleep, the peace of her fills me sweet,
and I am humbled by her grace in soft repose, a living canvas here.
I watch her mouth slip into little smiles so playful yet so fleet,
as dreams take her to places only she will ever know I fear.
She breaths with subtle rise and fall of those delicate perfect breasts,
and I marvel at the sheen of light upon the softest of golden downy hair.
Shadows play upon her skin in slow dance to mother sun as she rests,
glowing with perfection, living art of solar caresses upon skin oh so bare.
Tangled limbs in lazy grace that flow from her last passions race,
with wisps of sheet to add texture to perfection, she is Love’s work in display.
Her hair a halo of color and golden luster to catch the eye and let time fly a pace,
no picture drawn by hand of man can express her beauty as morning does say.