I was cradled in thought by this breath of fresh air,
A fragile soul, this radiant Dove.
My vision intrusive to vulgar to share,
Her linen, just busting with love.
Sweet innocents grasping my censured eye,
Drawn deep to her bountiful portion,
No longer contained in a blissful reply,
I surrendered by lustful distortion.
Softly submersed in a cleansing release,
My Angel of the Night slips away.,,
A Delightful Intrusion, This giver of peace,
I'll await her return, someday!
by Barry Anderson