I saw her again today
This mystery
This enigma
Can I say my muse
She was wrapped in her thoughts
I had hoped,
that they may have been,
Of me
She was in a glass house
Tropical heat
Caused sweat
Between my shoulder blades
As if I had been pounding her
As in my dreams
There she was
Wallowing in the
Flora and forna
Her visage quite unmistakeable
The scent was hers
Her bloom was orgasmic
Lost in a world of wonder
