(originally written April 19, 2014)
My lips drip passion
The curves and valley of my chest
I am the ancient snake charmer…
You follow my seductive gyrations
The subtle rise and fall of my hips
In rhythm to the winds and 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 be… Man.
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.
I have 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 underside
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, the secret that lies… at the “meeting of my thighs”
like wendy’s kiss, mona lisa’s smile, Scheherazade 1000 mysteries, cleopatra’s seduction…
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 neverending 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…
embrace me, love me, respect me
… and I will return the favor.