Not a wrinkle, not a single vein.
Not a single goosbump or scar.
Soft as cream,
clean as water.
Pure as white snow.
Laying as still as a tree without the summer breeze.
Holding the pose like a marble statue.
Hair flowing, sunshine warming her flawlessness.
This is the epitome of my life’s purpose.
This woman, her stillness.
The bare skin.