Ode To A Naked Dancer

You are a beautiful nymph
Dressed only in cinnamon skin,
An erotic dancer from halls of Venus;
You come to me on the blue wind,
Twirling to the musical odes of
Orange flutes and green guitars,
Composed by the sons of Jubal.
You are provocative as you thrust
Your pelvic carpet forward
In teasing hunches of lust;
You are a naked dancer
Honoring me in my room where
I lie on a bed of rose petals,
Watching candle light dance
Across your glowing body;
You come in a tease, squatting
Over my face...I am awed by
The spread of your onyx legs
Which intersect at a raven silk garden;
I reach out to stroke your melons
And you slowly move backward, teasing;
You have worked me to a volcanic stage;
Every cell in my body burns, longs
To reach out and take my naked dancer;
Slowly, your hips rotate like
Turnstyles at the subway entrance,
Pressing paradise in my inferno face;
To and fro, up and down, thrusting, jerking;
You take my hand and pull me to you;
My body rises and presses against you;
Fused together in a mating dance,
We erupt in a volcanic fire, spilling
Hot lava across the heavens, dancing
On stars, floating on clouds.