In journeys I have had,
Up and down in my mind since me
I envy eternity for she stays forever,
I envy beauty too for she keeps the name.
She is borrowed to name a wonder,
Invited to name a dress or a fairest maiden.
Most of all I envy you,
When the sun sits on you
Your skin glows like a firefly.
Your waist is like that of a wasp,
Wrong to sight and yet so right.
Your breasts are full and ripe,
Your lips too a sight soother.
Is it wrong to envy he that sleeps next to you,
He that breaths your scent,
And slumbers under your cuddle.