Sleeping Beauty

It's most likely her being isn't brought for additional or spares Her calm paws gloating her beauty defining her sleep that is well made The traveled heart looking so innocently pure it's as if heaven made her just before sunset right between the hours split seconds formulated in circle of life As her eye raise flashes before morning due With her over layed eye browse paging her final dreams Her nose inhaling the atmosphere to compromise everything just to capture her jawlines smooshed in silence landing her piece of art of her being The taste of sunrise,  I get to adore while looking at her problamatical image  indirect while she is asleep The sun itself finds her before her eyes  are wide open A stigmata she leaves, when one closes their eyes to refresh the imagery of her I'd stare as many times I can to reap her figment, her sleep is in my world it's one of the kindess worshiping kingdom That's all I live for, just for her fitted glimpse of her glamorizing being she is the aphrodisiac  installed just her being her regular ordinary light A far view touch, never have I ever kissed her perfect lips My only obligation tying me to her,  its her sleeping beauty routine as she settles down dusk to sleep Her deep drive depriving the air To stare as well as her awaken smile as she gets to open her eyes again. Ashleigh Ngoqo