The Color Of Egyptian Sand.... - Poem by Jeffery Doute
Her stomach, flat and sweet,
is the color of Egyptian sand.
Small freckles lie across it
like tiny ladybugs bathing in the sun.
It is her belly button
which takes my breath away.
Rising and falling
like a soft melody floating from a guitar
through the night onto my pillow, beckoning me.
I long to touch it-
but fear my lips will tickle her awake.
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