Skin like silk in milky tone,
Her green eyes flaked in bluish tinge,
A body boundless in womanly figure,
Her everything and nothingness peaks senses all.

Her smell, like sage in soft-burnt butter;
Begging gently to be tasted.
Those eyes now closed, soft in calm,
Laid outstretched before me still,

I stare in bewildering wonder;
With hands, arms wrapped around her.
Holding her in tender union,
Caressed in fading twilight gold.

With everything that is,
That was, that will be.
Such abundantly-clad beauty,
Now, drifting present.

How could a woman like this come to be,
In perfect fucking shape and form?
How is she in my presence now?
Asleep in peaceful, dreamscape bliss.