She is all wildflowers
wine and desire
With all seeing eyes
Devil hips
and a need for sin
He is the dark poetry
Spoken whilst his ambrosia is
dripping off her sweet cherry red lips
making her world spin
spilling down her chin
staining her silk pristine blouse
the indelible mark
She will never scrub out
Together they are magical
Feeding each others
Needs wants and desires
And oh her wants
He runs his finger under her lip
Catching the escaped elixir
Which her tongue retrieves
She reclines on her bed
forming an open invitation
Already glistening
Moist with need
Smiling
He kneels before her chalice
Drinking deep the waters of life
Her form giving and giving again
As rapture gives her evidence
