To gaze upon such beauty, pure and bright,
A vision that could steal a mortal's soul,
Your form, a landscape bathed in gentle light,
Seemed far too perfect to make one whole.

The curve of hip, the gentle rise and fall,
A whispered secret that the naked body keeps,
To witness this, I feared to lose my all,
And plunge into temptation's deepest sleeps.

Your naked skin, a canvas painted soft and fair,
The navel's touch, a delicate design,
A glimpse of heaven hanging in the air,
A sacred space, almost too divine.

But beauty beckons, in its gentle plea,
And mortal eyes may look, and yearn to see.

Tomaž Jevšenak