Planetary Grace

This planet is still beautiful,
redundantly reflecting nature's efforts.
Still, it holds not a candle to you.

All of nature's graces can be found in your smile.
Your breasts are like the slope of waterfalls.
Your nipples the eruption of lava bubbling up from the earth's warm heart.
Your lips like a tunnel cut by sea currents rushing through a coral forest.
Your eyes as mysterious as a summer storm.
You ears as sweet as blueberries off the vine.
Your legs, as graceful as tulip stems.
Your thighs like a granite gorge cut by raging waters
Your rear as dramatic as twilight over desert dunes.
Your sex as pretty as an orchid, as dramatic as a cactus flower,
promising the sweet nectar of the fruit yet to be born.

Is it any wonder my organ swells at the thought of you,
making frequent visits a necessity.
Not just an obsession, but a palliative relief
to the storm I hold bottled within,
Until I can discharge that energy inside you and take relief.