by The Canadian Mountainman Biker Poet

Break of day


She smiled for the break of day,
As sunlight danced languidly in her eyes.
Covers of feather down upon her bed lay,
In full nakedness and temptress thighs.

Around the room she danced,
Her radiant beauty such a vision.
Eyes flashed as hearts romanced,
She whirled in her dazzling revision.

The fine curl of auburn hair,
To fall upon breast so tenderly sublime.
As if the dance said look away, beware,
Now all is just a matter of time.

The lips of brandy red, pouted,
Nipples of satin rogue upturned, so proud.
Sensual aroma of musty arousal, shouted,
She danced for only one behind her shroud.

Of her lover she bade liberty,
She touched his soul, his being so right
Breasts firm and round tempted his sobriety ,
His mind reeling as he follows her flight.










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