There’s a painting of a beautiful shy girl
with a bunch of rust brown keys,
that she holds
and I know that her painter
can always unlock my hart.

When I walk into our bedroom
she watches me
with her dark eyes
and at times I wonder
if her cheeks are naturally red
and if she is blushing,
because I am looking at the pink brown hard nipple
of her perfect breast.

Her beauty stays with me
and at times I look at the fine detail
of the two violet roses,
that is fresh in her auburn hair.

No person can ever
get her away from me
as she belongs to me
and I hope and pray,
that it stays like that
with her painter and me.

[Reference: Keys to your heart. Partly nude by Mandi. Look at the picture on my web page: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1414_Keys_to_your_heart.htm]

Gert Strydom

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keys-to-your-heart/