Pharoah's Defiance Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Under his rule,
The Pharaoh saught fruit from a tree which wasn't his,
She would become all that he had,
As she to him, disrobed, with gold bracelets falling to the ground like shackles,
a devilish moth to a flame, seeking truth in an ocean covered by skin,
Entombed by the seal of their lips,
the stream of her river splashed aginst him,
His finger's would trail her skin as ants to honey,
Leaving nothing untouched, bare,
as he desired her more than the world, as it was his for the taking,
The mere scent of her drove him insane,
Loomed fantasies kissed underneath the moon,
The walls, painted with dreams that overflowed like wine,
The humps that flowed like mounds of sand along the camel's back shifted into oblivion,
Her breast grew errect, Staring into the passion of his eyes,
Her mouth casted a sigh,
open to the brink of desire,
The earth shook,
As the pharoah became the rock that stood strong in her moment of weakness,
She saw paradise in his eyes,
The golden clasp that circled the angel's heads
became her eyes,
A smooth metallic, that shimmered in the sun that bathed over them,
Height's achevied, As they traced their name against each other's skin,
The pillar's of heaven rocked as he pinned her back against granet,
He gripped her wrist as the look of lust flled her eyes, she stared on, dominated by the look of his eyes as they said all that needed to be said,
A stern reassurence set in their hearts,
She questioned of the God's whom watched their display,
He turned his back to their shrine,
As fire became ice in the plague of their definance,