That fawn skin

Her dapple dipped hair

Damp from her dreams

Those blue eyes

Dewy and sad

Her cheeks are wet

For I am leaving once more

And am travelling far

Her shift falls open

I can see her breast

Her rose nipple is erect

I can sense an excitement in her manner

My departure has excited her

Her face is composed of flowers

I will miss her infantine stares

She hugs me

I stroke her bare shoulder

And cup her breast in my rough hand

She shudders

I can feel her heart beating

Its pace quickens as I tighten my grip

She bites me playfully beneath the ear

I do not react

The tears of my departure

Betray the vacancy of her day

So I leave her sweet face

Fondly cupped between my palms

She retires to her stricken bed

Her hair is now displayed on her white pillow

Dreams will catch her soon

Simple-sweet in their delivery

She will imagine my return

But will wake to an empty room

Although I will be there holding her

From the safety of my voyage

 

 

Taken from A Pretty Woman by Robert Browning