A Photo Session, Part 2

She stands there in the morning sunlight,
It's soft and gentle, not overly bright;
The curtains at the window are half-drawn,
The sun is mid-sky, the day half gone;
She smiles softly, a happy glow on her face,
Exuding an air of elegance and grace;
Longish hair falls around her face,
Brownish-blonde, with gray just a trace;
Turquoise eyes reflect butterfly dreams,
Her skin the color of pale cream;
Tender and firm, her large breasts
Blending into the smoothness of her chest;
The rounded curves of her narrow hips,
The deep pink heat of her clitoris;
The dark triangle of pubic hair--
What man's secret dreams lie hidden there?
Mellow music, a soft, smooth rhyme--
'Never As Good As The First Time;'
A trace of incense, a glass of wine,
In the air, the aroma of pine;
It's early afternoon, the session is done,
It seems like it has just begun;
These pictures I can hardly wait to see-
After all, these pictures are of me!