a vision in turquoise fills my hungry eye your golden curves framed to perfection dark curls spill over white linen pillows your graceful body arched like a spring my goddess in high heels, temptress divine I feel the waves of heat rise from you shimmering in the soft candlelight like the sun pouring it's warming glow your scent drifts seductive to fill my head your soft moans hone my raging appetite I silently circle you like a hungry wolf hooded eyes glowing unblinking sniffing the warm air, I growl to you a flash of knowing passes between us two ancient souls bound by passion a silent invitation in your sparkling eyes, desires message mirrored on your full lips the need and hunger is there unspoken your call loudly rings in my heart's ear yes my lover, yes my mate, Shakti mine your silken bonds hold you so tightly your proud round rump raised high for me a line of turquoise, like a winding stream between those soft hills that call to me to kneel behind you and delve so deep I raise the waters to seek that treasure a hidden jewel perfect and priceless a delicate dusky rose moist with dew calls to me nearer to probe it's secrets and slowly open the gate and enter for all this life you have waited for me desire salty and rich like butter melting over your trembling soft flushed skin sweet surrender to my burning passion my goddess, made slave to my rising need
W. I. Boucher January 2, 2000