Unusual musings ...

                                             
The sun rays fell on her glistening body as she lay tucked warm under her light floral printed blanket . She opened her eyes slowly to view strands of her own hair slightly blocking her vision and lightly swaying to the ceiling fan's passionate air . She rolled over to the other side even as her blanket tightened the grip around her and en-wrapped her . A moth which had entered the room chose to sit on her chiseled ankle . She left it fluttering as she touched it with her right toe . She continued the movement  as she slowly drew an invisible straight line on her smooth leg with the same toe ,upwards almost till her knee ... which ,in its own way was sensuous ....
She said 'Morning' to herself in that slightly broken but irresistibly tempting and attractive voice which could turn on anybody  .
As she moved those hair strands away from her face ,her fingers touched her skin so delicately and lovingly that no man could ever replicate it back to her . As she lay there ,her tongue travelling the perimeters of her small pink,dry lips and bringing back its moist to it , 
                                                   she was her own muse ........................................................................