WHITE SATIN

A sheet of white satin
Half covers her curves
Her back is exposed
As my passion stirs

The rising sun's rays
Set her contours aglow
She's sleeping half naked
So my urges grow

The arc of her back
Exposes her spine
Each dimple and ridge
Makes her look divine

Her arm, raised above her
Entangled in hair
Displaying a breast
At her nipple I stare

This sheet of white satin
Clings to hip and to cheek
Beneath it the treasure
That I must now seek

She's just laying there
Asleep, so sublime
My temperature's rising
I hope she'll be mine

The rise of her hip
Its treasure below
I'm burning inside
Its pleasures to know

That sheet of white satin
Drapes just her backside
I must get closer
So towards her I slide

I stretch out my arm
Such a tentative reach
So sad an attempt
To that white satin breach

I entice the white satin
To slip from her cheek
Exposing her buttock
It's the crevice I seek

I sense she is stirring
I'm frozen with fear
Close my eyes tight
So asleep I appear

When I open my eyes
Not a thing in my bed
Just a sheet of white satin
It was all in my head
BOEMS by JA 442