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