(originally written April 19, 2014)
My lips drip passion
The curves and dip of my chest
I am the ancient snake charmer…
following my seductive gyrations
The subtle rise and fall of my hips
In rhythm to the beat of nature.
I am the eternal power to seduce and mesmerize.
If you want to drink my passion,
If you want to be bathed in my waters,
You must first pass the examination … physical and mental.
Pied piper charmed children into submission
But the ripple and glide of my hip holds dominion
Over millions… of those who wish to be… Man.
These silken drapes of hair.
Follow this ebony path framing deepest eyes and
Lips like luscious flesh of ambrosia…
The food of the gods.
those at the peak and their reflection on the underneath where your deepest fantasies reside
Follow the path as my hair kisses the
Meeting of my supple neck to the rise of my shoulder.
A few strands lie lazily at the meeting of my breasts
Where you wish your head could rest.
Surrounded by the blanket of my heat.
As I lay across the fantasy in your mind
See how the silken locks wrap gracefully about my hips
and tease you with the suggestion of what lies beneath.
my power is my mystery,
it’s the secret that lies… at the “meeting of my thighs”
the maze of questions inside your mind and the relief of answers only found inside of mine
like wendy’s kiss, mona lisa’s smile, Scheherazade 1000 mysteries, cleopatra’s seduction… the power that just is what it is with no need for assistance to validate its existence
these are the evidence of the undefined, uncontrollable power of the feminine…
even in its supposed oppression it is still the ultimate power.
it is the never-ending mystery.
but i can hold you and embrace you.
I can gift you with my love. i can birth you and nurture you,
i can fulfill your burning desire.
I am a muse,
inspiring you to great feats,
I am a symbol of your passion
… the catalyst of your greatest ambitions…
… and I will return the favor.