Fickle fates, the heady scent of jasmine
floats along the breeze,
Enticing the lover within.
Entwined in their salute to the sun,
Oblivious only to the touch of one another,
Sunlight touches the alabaster of her skin,
enticing a hand to follow the curve of her hip.
The expanse of white sheets beneath,
Whilst they are caught in eternal embrace,
by tiny brushstrokes of oils.
Detail caught and recorded,
Of a perfect morning.