Exuberance In Your Pallor.

She catches the dawn, splashing tint to her face.
Her gravity eyelids take me down as they rise.
Lifting from her bed, she stretches her waist.
As her jet black hair falls down on its sides.
Dainty nails caress mahogany floor,
And the white sheet she wears, drops down at her feet.
Scarlett hands creak open the door...
For the beautiful girl I've been waiting to meet.