Sleeping beauty

I trusted my senses to be true,

Until the moment I met her.

Embodiment of beauty was she,

And a rare gift of nature.

I thought my eyes had seen it all,

Until I caught a glimpse of her sight.

So perfect and poetic,

Even her silhouette in the night.

I thought I had heard it all,

Until I listened to her sing.

So warm and melodious,

Even her gentle breathing.

I thought my nose had smelt it all,

Until I caught a whiff of her scent.

So soothing and pleasant,

All the while inherent.

I thought I had felt it all,

Until my fingers grazed her skin.

Sinfully supple and tender,

Even softer than satin.

I thought I had tasted it all,

Until I felt her kiss,

So divine and heavenly,

A true taste of bliss.

I thought I had lived it all,

Until the moment I met her,

I sprang to wake up,

Realized I'm just a chronic dreamer.