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.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soft-breasts/
