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A sheet of white satin

Half covers her curves

Her back is exposed

And my passion stirs

The rising sun’s rays

Set her contours aglow

She’s sleeping half naked

And my urges grow

The arc of her back

Exposes her spine

Each dimple and ridge

Make her look divine

Her arm, raised above her

Entangled in hair

Displaying a breast

At her nipple, I stare

This sheet of white satin

Clings to hip and to cheek

Beneath it the treasure

That I must now seek

She’s just laying there

Asleep, so sublime

My temperature’s rising

I hope she’ll be mine

The rise of her hip

Its treasure below

I’m burning inside

Its pleasures to know

That sheet of white satin

Drapes just her backside

I must get closer

So towards her I slide

I stretch out my arm

Such a tentative reach

So sad an attempt

To, that white satin breach

I entice the white satin

To slip from her cheek

Exposing her buttock

It’s the crevice I seek

I sense she is stirring

I’m frozen with fear

Close my eyes tight

So asleep to appear

When I open my eyes

Not a thing in my bed

Just a sheet of white satin

It was all in my head

BOEMS BY JA 442