Little Pleasures

I watch you sitting in front of the mirror, As you sensually brush your hair. Mesmerised by the dimples on your lower back Which complements your lace underwear. Your slightly arched back tells a heavenly story As you hum an angelic song Perfection and grace in slow motion Igniting my love so strong I love to move your hair aside Exposing the nape of your neck To savour the smell of your aroma To gently kiss and stroke and peck I love to tenderly carry you To make love to you till sun rise Till we both see heavenly places Just to see the stars in your eyes Then you sit in front of the mirror Watching you drives me insane Provoking me to make love to you Again, and again and again