A Woman Reading

we sit in quiet reflection she reads her french romance novel i do the times crossword i pause to sneak furtive longing filled stares my heart nibbling at her earlobes the nape of her neck in the soft light her perfume lightly on the air the sound of her turning the pages passage of time as she shifts in her seat she sips her tea in a dainty way unaware i marvel at her very presence the utter beauty of a woman reading the sensual and lovely way she holds herself and the book one hand casually playing with a lock of her hair her moist lips moving as she reads her form curled into the comfy chair i love women they are such beautifully mysterious creatures they are the center of all wonderful dreams so full of terrible mysteries so full of such beautiful light a woman reading in her comfy chair is such a beautiful sensual thing