Ode to a tattoo

What is that light?
Is it the sun shining
on my true love's breast?
I love to watch the rising
and setting as she breathes

Such a bosom cannot help
but brighten one's day
see the rays spreading
across such succulent flesh
enlightening and inviting

I am forced to acquiesce
dig into the bodice
of her dress and free
her golden orbs, drink
in their wondrous beauty

on this eve of my undoing
I will not be distracted
but act on impulse, wait
for sunset, when in twilight
I might rise to the occasion