Beauty And The Bed Poem by Jacqueline Czel

He loved her wanton ways
and the feel of her soft skin
as she moved against him
in a slow glide of mutual
meaning, a malleable song
and dance in which partners
sighed and shuddered but he
saw come morning in the silence
as she lay with hair flowing
along the sheets in a river
of slumber below the carved
wooden headboard something
truly wonderful in her curved
back exposed and the soft thigh
roundness where thin sheets
barely clung to sleeping beauty.