She Is My Nirvana Poem by Matthew Holloway

She is found often
only in my dreams
a girl of near perfect art
she is my nirvana
the softness of her eyes
the curl of those lips
her gentle skin brusing
against my own in a passion
her fingers holding to me
her breath rolling down my shoulder
the warmth of two bodies
in the throws of all desire
and afterwards those soft voices
talking of everything and nothing
she is there quite often
yet only in my dreams