Saturday Morning

Karsten Turrey


A beautiful woman
Naked

 

Sheets cling to her body
like a cocoon to a butterfly

 

Silk smooth skin
Peach fuzz
Ruby red lips

 

So temping

 

Leave her at peace
Until she wakes

 

I'm not a "feet man"
But perfect feet

 

Almond shaped eyes
Hazel nut trapped inside
Lashes as long as they should be

 

Maybe just one touch
Not until she wakes

 

Unselfish waist
Gave the curves to her hips

 

An angel with a warming
Aura surrounding it

 

Long hair
In a messy bun

 

Jaw line obvious but she still has the baby fat in her cheeks

 

I can talk about her forever

 

Or at least
Until she wakes

  • Author: Karsten Turrey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2017 00:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Louis Gibbs

    "Baby fat?" Sounds like you are about to break a law. Lovely poem, Karsten!



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