Woman Of Old

its Sunday and i can feel the cold winter air outside my window
as i turned to look behold a cold breeze swoops by.
a cold sensation flows down my spines
yes indeed there is winter outside my doorstep.
in spite of this cold and shivery air
i feel a warmth
an undieing warmth so pure and true
so intense and clean
as i turn to look
it was a warmth of a goddess, an angel, a woman
next to me with a smile on her face
and says smoothly, calmly, peacefully
come back to bed
i look at her and feels like shes dreaming
stretching forth her hands to my shoulders
opens her eyes and pulls me back to lean on
my back
her scent is no vivid and true
the scent of a goddess
her smile like a thousand arrows
piercing every inch of my body
soul and spirit
her body is like the morning dew
her skin as soft as the early days
of a new born baby
her twin mountains stands perfect like nothing
i ve seen before
her legs smooth and clean
they stand perfect like the goddess of war
oh her skin as bright as the blazing sun of olden
she lies on my bed with her crystal body
on mine and all i can ask myself is she mine ??
her leg entwine with mine perfectly
damn i cant think straight
my body wont move
muscles wont budge
eyes wont roll
has she cast a spell on me ?
am i in trance?
can it be broken is all i ask myself
her silky Goldilocks hair brushes against my face
and the sweet lavender that flows
out sends my mind straight to paradise
am i in wonderland
cos if am in i don't want to wake...