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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