In rest draped she in white linen
feel her sweet desire skin upon skin
eyes appear at peace quiet to night
forever could passion feel as she might.
As Sarah croons in the background
think always she is tucked in the sound
the feel, defined breathing upon my chest
the sensuality she once described as best.
We will forever decide would always know
when in a fantasy imagined yet resilient no
in an eternal manner only remains a memory
sweet melody offer mystique cannot bury
Oh where we found moment in center
Would I such elegance hold forever.
©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020
Personal Testimony 