She was a sight

I hadn't dreamt of

With not a thread

But dew drops glistening

On her flesh

And dripping tresses

Plastered on her breasts

It was the sight of her third eye

Adorned with a trinket

I could barely breath

Swinging her hips

She sauntered towards me

Sitting cross legged over me

She wished happy birthday, my love

This is my gift

Now its your turn

To shower your gems

On my flesh.

©LR