When I turn with my dim, blurred eyes towards that sight
That turns heads and brings gleams to others eyes,
I know it must be a woman that passes by in the night.
With her bosom rising and falling and eliciting sighs,
Hips swaying with unconscious and natural sensuality,
Her soft skin glistening and glowing, at least in my mind
Sounds around me melt away and one thought in simplicity
Writhes within my mind with fantasies I wish to unbind.
The scent of her perfume or possibly her musk alone,
Sends my head spinning and senses reeling with vertigo
At the heights of my desire and lust which I wish to be shown,
To her and her alone, the two of us among human archipelago
To smell and hear and touch and taste, and if only to see
This lovely woman that glides in her walk past me
To feel her breath against my skin, the smell of her hair
in my nostril
To taste her smooth skin and hear her moan against my chest
To see that beauteous sight, what a wonder it would be
But the sight, only in my mind may be, in the night.
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