Gentle summer rain silk laden hair
Soft passing breeze waits in its flow
Allowing such beauty, rights to pass by.

Cheekbones of stature
Her scent fills the air
Tan lines of gold
Thoughts of desire, desire to hold.

My mind going crazy
While thoughts kiss her skin
A bistro a table
Stirred feelings within.

Her fingers dabble, violin plays
White dove fly's by in her fixed gaze
Lights on the cobblestone bring on the night
Gondolier singing, moon shining bright.

Catch of her breath stirs passion within
Her soft lips arrive, shes the best that I've seen
Moons cut like diamonds in the gondola's wake
Her beauty, her presence, my heart is in quake.

I've nothing to say as you've captured my voice
Your silent whispers filling the air
My eyes see your soul plated with gold
No words need be said, no stories be told.

As nights gentle breeze
Keeps you in flight
Soaring above
My "Royal White Dove"~


~Bentlee~