Naked As In Her Original Sin

Naked as in her original sin,
she lies asleep on my bed;
from her Milky White skin,
to her lips, a cherry red.

Always quiet, with her eyes closed
when we make love in the winter cold
she asks no questions and makes no demands
just kisses my lips and holds my hands.

She lets me have her as and
when
the lust in my heart may
awaken
her body, a monument, a tomb
to deposit my seed in her
womb

Often I do things I never
meant
but she doesn't mind, and
when I'm spent
deep inside her, soft and
warm
she just holds me, in her arms.