Freedom in Pink

On a pink towel, soft as a dream,
Lies a woman, naked in the sunshine.
Her skin glimmers, like morning dew,
Freedom to breathe, free from pretense and design.

Her hair dances, like waves in the air,
Each shining strand catches the light.
She stretches and strolls, a symphony of peace,
The world in silence, a marvelous sight.

Nature whispers, the birds sing,
Around her, an ethereal sphere.
In these fragile, pure moments,
She feels love, profound and sincere.

The pink of the towel, a shade of life,
Like blossoms blooming, full of desire.
Here, in her vulnerability, so sublime,
There is beauty in freedom, without a tether.

The sun kisses her skin, a warm embrace,
Every ray completes the soft shadow.
In this serenity, an innocent reflection,
The world fades away; it’s just her and now.

Let time stand still, let us forget,
Yesterday's worries, the fears of what comes.
Here, on the towel, measured with love,
Life is a song that unites us as one.