She sleeps as my tired old eyes make love to her.... <br />Her long grey hair frames her gentle face and softly touches <br />Both of her round and dimpled alabaster colored shoulders <br />My sense of smell is enticed beyond any simple fantasy <br />The fullness of her gardenia powdered hips and thighs <br />Leave me breathless and still filled with the same anticipation <br />As when we were both so young.... <br />I find that one spot in the small of her back with my fingers <br />And without disturbing her <br />I place a warm wet kiss there for my safe keeping... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/years-of-beauty-sleep/
