Soft Breasts

Soft breasts On a summer mattress, There’s a lilac breeze Wafting gently Through an open window. To gaze into her eyes Would be like wading In a magical stream Of eternal youth. I’m dazzled by her hair Flirting with the butterfly tattoo Flying on her perfect left shoulder, I’m tenderly crushed by desire. She abruptly rises from the bed When she notices me Painting her portrait On the canvas of my mind. She contemplates Turning me out of the house Like a servant, But she understands, I’ll suffer more Watching her every move.