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Your eyes pull me in...

With magnetic like gravitation.

Until all I see is the black pupil,

After I have deliciously unwrapped your bitter-sweet

Chocolate iris's.



In the midst of that black canyon,

The outline of a Siberian white tiger...

Lies peaceful and sleeping...

And I remember your determined tongue inside me,

Lapping and smacking...seeing this creature insatiable--

Can't get enough of me,

Purring affectionately in my womanhood.



Well within you lies arched lightning,

Bolting from your body,

Streaking from lips, to nipple, to thighs,

Cataclysmic devastation as flood waters flow.



A beautiful mind,

Writings in pink,

On glass house walls,

And as night falls...connecting stars you couldn't see

By the rays of the blinding sun,

Are numbered and plotted on clear window panes...

But you knew where all the formations were.

Just like you were looking at the back of your hand.



Like a Hurricane,

A wild wicked temptress you are,

Who smiles, and entices me with Poetic Verse,

That chants like a witches spell,

Binding me in your eye,

Camafloging my screams of delight in

Hellish wind howls.



A Goddess with her innocent, fragile, cherub children,

Doting and devoted,

Tried and True,

Protective and passionate,

And with me,

You've chose to share the fruit of your womb.

In generous step,

You glean my name--

for YOURSELF,

In sacrifice of your father's name,

The last of his line.

With non-chalance,

"Had I married, my name would have changed anyway."



What do I see?

An ever changing mystical stage,

Pioneering new territory,

With each passing day.

Each morning different,

Yet by night, still the same

Wife I married.



But one thing I've learned...

"Nothing ever is exactly what it seems."