Sleeping Beauty
Author: lookylouHave you ever just needed to gaze in wonder at another's beauty?
Have you ever wanted to just be the hands and mouth that touch another, taste another while he passively accepts?
That is my desire.
I imagine what his skin feels like, his hair, the shadow on his chin.
I look at his fine features, his alert eyes, and I want to trace his brow, his jaw, his neck with my finger tips.
I want to smooth his shirt with my palms, feel the friction between my skin and cloth, electricity.
I want to watch his eyes close with contentment, his head roll into the pillow,
a sleeping beauty.
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Posted: Sat Sep 5, 2009 9:55 AM CST
About this poem:
An artist doting on her subject.