[wolfbittenpoet]

You fell asleep
Your stamina impressive but still even angels must sleep
And you lay a beautiful renaissance sculpture
Tangled in the sheets
Your lashes dark upon your cheeks
Your skin is still flushed from passion
I simply sit drinking whisky and watching you
Tracing the lines of your body
You are a delight
But I covet your body in only a semisexual way
No I admire the way you have worked
Like a sculptor to get the form
And I wonder if I shall ever be that beautiful
Or if I am simply a convenience