When the sun just rised and the sky seems to be half kissed by day half kissed by night on that summer morning
about 6 am
you can see her laying in bed
she is half awake half sleeping
wants to stay in that white blanket
in these white sheets
for eternity
you can see the way her porcelain skin suits her slightly brown hair
the vanilla scent which consumes her whole body
smelling like a small daisy
her soft skin
which invites to be touched on that early and warm summer morning
the petite collar bones and shoulders
her chest raises and lowers
and a hardly noticable quite sigh with every breath she takes
her naked back half covered by the white blanket
and these small and decent curves are caressed by it
like a tender landscape with soft and small hills
formed by her daintily body
her soft and long and skinny legs
with a masterpiece between them
her small hands laying next to her head
with those fingers she is able to make magic with sometimes
a miracle or even a supernova
her eyes are still closed
a mixture of green and hazel brown
which seem to burst into flames when she is amazed by something
which can be full of passion and desire when she is longing for being touched
her lips and cheeks are as rosy as the sunset
her whole body is soft and tender and warm
looking so innocent and angelic with this porcelain skin
without any sins
when she opens her eyes and sighs because it is too early to wake up
she turns around
staring at the ceiling
imagining how it would feel like if somebody touches her
and make her get goosebumps
exploring every part of her soft skin
hands wandering and gazing her body
finding their aim
again and again