She (work in progress)

cascading memories fall gently from my locks
secrets kept tightly within each curl
wound around fingers
slight tugs
i submit
neck exposed
full tilt
desires overwhelm me
my need satisfies you
reciprocation at its finest.

licked away the residue of anyone before you
even after you
left behind a scent so strong
who could even compare
whosever divide these thighs
cannot conquer the land you laid claim to
a thirst unquenchable
insanity at its finest.

where has your path led ?
what dusty roads or cool meadows
have felt the destiny of your soft feet
imprinted deeply into their nature?
did the sun feel your heat?
did the rain feel your wetness?
what secrets whispered into the wind?
what raging waters calmed?
did lightning spew from your fingertips
to light up the night?
a Goddess at her finest.

long wet black tresses signed your name
permanently across soft curves
eternity held within a moment
encased in featherbed time
you are the reason i love the color mauve
the hue of your treasure
the tint of our sky
the night you fingerpainted my blues away
art at its finest.

memories deliciously stir taboos
makes men wonder why i smile the way i do
makes women secretly want what i could do
sutras kept within corners of yesterday
still within reach
so at that very moment
the one lingering between heaven and hell
she will see the only she reflected within my eyes
taught well by passion at its finest.