Subliminal .. Sensual prose poem (revisited)

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

Formation of small breast imprint into the sheets

With tattle tale of disk-shaped nipples

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

Attached to symmetrical legs that beckon me to their center

As I stand quietly gazing at the sight: envy of the soft satin material lightly brushing against the softness of her flesh trigger resentment through my extremities,

Along with resentment of the person who loves her, bares into my soul.

Enticing a smirk to form on my face

Knowingly that the person is no one:

But, myself.

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