The Two Homes

I would strew your path with flowers
Of every radiant hue and shape
To celebrate the wondrous awesomeness you are
Of every smile, glint and mirthful moment
We share every now and every when
With love that is still pained to lose
Every moment of communion that we share

I would strew your bed with petals
Of flowers as smooth as your skin
To contrast the dark beauty that you be
Of an overpowering scent like the naked you
To quicken heartbeats and increase blood flow
Only one head can function when I truly look at you
And that is the head that matters the least

I would write a novel about you
Celebrating your conquests, your desires and feats
Of life in the wild and of being wild
Celebrating your beauty that is hidden beneath
Dark waves of abandon, which amuse and mystify
Leading souls to the edge of a cliff
Trying always but succeeding rarely

I would carve a sculpture of you
To celebrate your naked form
In all its erotic, ethreal beauty
To flash every passerby in resolute form
And turn on every red-blooded male that views
Letting go of all inhibitions
But only in fantasy - yet set in stone

Beauty hath two homes in you
Sexy, sultry Goddess that is divine
In form, shape, scent and motion
Beauty and mind that is worshipful to hold
In every way man has uncovered so far
United, these two homes stand together
Inviting me in, for my ever after