Subliminal

Asleep, she lies  under satin linen in a lethargic breathing rhythm

Formation of small breast imprint into the sheets

With a tattle tale of disk-shaped nipples

The slight of her smooth stomach lead a trail to the width of her thick thighs

Attached to shapely legs that beckon me to their center

As I stand quietly staring at the sight, envy of the person who loves her bares into my soul

Enticing a smile to form on my face

Knowingly that the person is no one:

But myself.....

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