Golden faces of warm sun basked joy.
Cool air cushioning delicate frames.
You sit there.
Child of youth
Fresh & young & untouched by sin
Eyes gaze upon your tender dreams.
Gentle legs so slim
Skirt framed thighs that speak of short temptation
A nervous face,
Fear or flirtation, you bribe my desire.
Cherry blossomed pastels of pinks & white
Circulating rays of season’s sun
The beauty of your warming rose cheeks,
Your inquisitive eyes & questioning looks
The perfect place in time & space
Beauty framed by nature’s arms
With painters eyes my mind controls the scene
Your teasing brush of a fringe so fine.
My heart is raging though the moment demands calm
Drinking you in through the funnel of my mind
My eyes undress you
The flowers applaud.
Not yet a woman, you match the age of my desire
Your slender neck & lily white skin,
Dimples which speak when your smile then alights
The breath you inhale & the rise of your chest.
This moment exists in the garden of my youth,
We say nothing but gaze, & love is the winner,
Happiness exists & the battle is bliss
Our eyes talk in smiles & time we have frozen.
The light is so perfect, the colours just right
Vivid as emotions, pulsing with love
Dancing through the garden & singing with joy
A moment of perfection, beauty & boy.
~ beauty in the flowers, beauty in you. & all this for the girl of my dreams
© ed simkins