By Mark A. Leon

You have a body men built temples for
A shrine to the miracle of life
Eyes wide open; heart so free

Artists have wept to immortalize your beauty on canvas
A glow so radiant, a warmth so comforting

Your soft silky skin a fervor of goosebumps bringing the weak to its knees
Subtle curves reach for the heavens
A wonderland of treasures so pure

Lips dripping in the nectar of wine
So wet, so confident

Hair lined in strings of gold
Lace and satin so nice
Fingers running down the swell of your back
A slide of euphoric arousal

Gravity taking control down your thigh

A deep breath
A pause
Handcuffed in sexual tension
Pursued by the passion to go on

A kiss on the plane of your stomach
A moan leaking from the gallows of the throat

Gravity, so penetrating

To my knees, I am but a servant to your perfection
Humbled to let my weary body succumb to you

A princess, a myth, a hope, a fear

You are the angel that hides in my dreams
A symbol of life’s greatest masterpiece

Fingers tingle as your energy fuses with mine
Bodies in motion
Minds at ease

Each touch an awakening
A love so pure, so raw
Unhinged and full of fire