She lays upon the big brass bed,
Skin glowing in the light,
Her lips are soft and moist and red,
Her eyes shining and bright.
She waits for one that haunts her dreams,
The one that she longs to meet,
The wait continues too long it seems,
And to be more bittersweet.
Her arms reach out to encircle the one,
Who comes to where she lay,
When she does she will have begun,
Her journey to the light of day.
For as beautiful as she is in the dark of night,
When whispers and kisses are heard,
There can be no sight as she would be in bright,
Sunlight as she stretches and purrs.
For in the morning given no warning,
When at first she is seen,
A breathtaking sight there in the light,
With skin like peaches and cream.
She holds out her arms with a smile of delight,
Beckoning you to her embrace,
You pause for a moment to drink in the sight,
Of her body, her eyes, her face.
Then you are there with her again,
Your passion ignited by her kiss,
Building so high you cannot contain,
The feelings of rapture and bliss.
When it is over you both lay,
Exhausted but feeling grand,
Every detail clear in the light of day,
Knowing you have reached the promised land.
