Beauty By The Mirror

I see the beauty by the mirror in the early morning
And I wonder how can she be so perfect so early.
Even after a full night of our passionate lovemaking,
She is full of sexual energy waiting to be released.

She sees that I am awake and she smiles mischieviously
As I remove the sheet that covers my throbbing manhood.
She spreads her legs so her moist womanhood I could see
And I whisper to her how beautiful she looks by the mirror.

The beauty climbs back into bed and kisses me pasionately
Before lowering herself on my erect pole that she adores.
A moan escape us both as our wild desires are set free
And soon we release the floodgates that have been building.

I awake to the smell of cigarette smoke swirling in my room
And I also notice the scent of a woman who has been pleased.
Her smile takes away all my past worries of gloom
And I admire in awe the beauty by the mirror.