Six In The Morning

White cotton panties,
Red blushing face.
Transparent bra,
Ribbons and lace.

Soft velvet blouse,
Wispy blond hair.
Blue denim jeans,
Shaped like a pear.

Hand on my collar,
Tongue in my ear.
Can’t open my eyes–
You might disappear.

Is it all for real
Or only a scheme?
Don’t want to wake up
If it’s just a dream.

Make of this title
Whatever you may.
Stay in my dreams
Or come out and play.

Category: Poetry, Women

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