She Lays

There’s never a morning lost-

To white crinkle on which she lays.

Not an afternoon goes by-

That beauty plush against her satin pillowcase. (and)

When midnight towers fall-

Cottons surround her nude embrace.


8 thoughts on “She Lays

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