Don?t Wake a Naked Woman Sleeping

A naked woman sleeping is like a flower beside a waterfall,
Covered in the mist, swaying gently as the air moves across its
petals.
Her skin is the rainbow waiting to form, with rays of sunlight playing
across it
The glory of the morning in repose, filled with the potential of awe
inspiring grace
Her breath rising and falling in the timeless rhythm of creation's own
spirit

A naked woman sleeping inspires psalms from angelic hosts
Cries havoc throughout the beings, the hearts, and the minds of mortal
men
Her lips curved in tender smile of that dream unknowable
The slightest movement throwing great oaks upon the flames of passion
deep within us
Her hair like wind tossed gossamer stills and holds the wildly beating
heart

A naked woman sleeping ... more overwhelmingly beautiful than all of
nature's own
Mysterious, seeming in repose to hold all the secrets of the
world
Her body smooth, and curved, and warm basks as time's only endless
joy
The ageless wonder of it calling to life, awake ? arise from
sleep
Her scent speaking more than all the volumes of the written word.

Shhhhh ? don't wake her, let her sleep.
And in sleeping be that greatness
That makes mortal life worth living.