Sheer poetry

The pearls on her waist
Wrapped in melody.
Cradling her sensuality.
Tingled in my fantasies.
Sheer poetry was she.

Ohh those seductive tresses.
Falling on her waist.
Enshrouding her ripe breasts.
Stirred my senses.

I was blinded in her abyss.
Till my dreams melted in the soft sunrise.
But why are the pearls scattered.
Was my poetry there with me last night.