The Woman

Hair golden like a
jeweled crown, eyes
painted dark and a smile
that's certainly not
a frown- her lips tender
and sweet, but soft like the rain
I feel them, everytime we meet-

Her neck like a swan,
long and graceful, her torso
just right, billowing and
tasteful- my lips meet her
delicious nipple, as I begin to
devour hungrily like a child-

The sculptured garden
I see lain before me-
between two structures,
an easel- painted with dark
and light- my eyes excited
with delight- I must take my tongue and
delve deeply into the night-