soft wisps of hair
lie anguished at fingertips
strands, and strands
obscure the beautiful face
the bosom,
up heaving with slow, breaths of sleep,
stands guard to her heart
delicate nose,
flares, ever so slightly
full lips part,
like dried petals of a rose
lovely mouth drips
drops of nectar in this deep doze
chin curves upwards and then
downwards, following my gaze
slender neck lies unmoving
as if in some anticipation
a tender thigh
protrudes from the crumbled sheets
picture perfect, that's how you sleep
my darling! soundly, and yet awaking the instant
Sid slides even slightly.
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