Breasts and waist,
Curves swell,
And I take shape,
Loving every moment of my sensuality,
To merge at the apex,
A rose
Of my femininity.
Curls cascade around shoulders,
Framing face,
There is laughter in their dance,
Messily they shift in place,
They motion to my figure
A goddess,
Clothed,
Sublime,
The heat in my sexuality,
At the core of a femininity,
That is
Mine.
Color is golden,
Brown,
A soft, baked bun,
A bit more than done,
Delicious in its presentation,
Not to mention taste.
Oh, A ripened plum,
Juices,
Dripping from
Your face,
I am more than
Looks—complexion, body, lips,
I am an essence,
A feeling,
A bath of the hypnotic,
Erotic,
I’ll say
The exotic,
I’ll take,
A storm,
And a quake,
A river running through my
Hips,
An orgasm of hope,
A beautiful, trembling descent
Down, down, down
Plunging
Into the familiar unknown.