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