Samantha Campbell

Rookie (July 2 1979 / ohio)

She Spoke Reflection

A kiss so light
a moment killed
with sighs

She uttered seduction
sultry streams that seized
the full curves of ones lips
forcing them to lick her presence
from every single letter
as a thickness of saliva
formed upon her speech
she caused their eyes to stutter
as their flesh grew wet
she was the epitome
of perspiration
and I watched them
drip over her creation
as if she were a flower
to pretty to be touched
in the actual form
so they held to her metaphors
as their pupils were adorned
with conception
she spoke reflection
a mirror of their ultimate desires
painted in hues of mystery
and they viewed her
as a symbol
of their hidden passions
soaked within the saturation of truth
calling her by the name
of lust and love

Pou nding
why do you
still beat so
Stop now
give me peace
I exist
to be

I could hear
them whisper
within the night
fingers tracing
the depths of her submission
as they submerged
within her acquisitions
because she
she acquired
ones full attention
to truly hear her sound
she painted visuals
that would drown
a persons system
in the raising of hairs
the way that she positioned
herself perfectly would
cause pupils to stare
into the darkness of her mind

So many would search
but only few would find
that she was more than
the tightening of chords
clenching emotions
more than the mixture
of potions laced
in the scent of sensuality

Portions of her presence
spoke the language of familiarity
and not just because
she smelled of feminine nature
see while they dreamt
of raping her frame
I saw her not the same

Alluring she was
but I chose to study
the importance of her existence

She was the image of mythology
a gravitational pull that drew you in
the paradigm of heaving chests
as she snatched your breath
time and time again

A celestial body of curiosity
and complex design
that puzzled the mind

I would compare her to time
the temporal position
of the past scripted
along her features
as her lips parted
to embrace the atmosphere
with an intellectual teacher
because she taught

She taught more than
the suggestion
of corporeal composition
more than the proposition
of sensual exhibition
see she, she was deep

But many wore
a venetian blind
to her depths
missing the layers
of her intricacy
as they pondered
over the thoughts
of her laying with
them in intimacy

But I saw her intimate
innate intellect
the connection of her body
mind and soul
as she would bestow
pieces of her
into the intensity
of her vigor diction
words that would rub
against your frame
with a tight friction
causing a burning sensation
that lit your senses
to elevate to an eminent high

I saw her as the brightest light
that would smolder the endless sky
the contrast of composition
that romantically persuaded
a persons eyes to sit
there with excitement
as pores seeped
the fragrance
of the unknown

A woman
that would place
your sanity in zones
of levels it has never traced

A space of oxygen-less
that would cause
your psyche
to disappear
as it winded
and coiled
to the
of tranquil
because she
she was
a masterpiece
in its purest form
painting with intelligence
and mental power
that would devour your silhouette
completely entrap the outline
of all that lied lies hidden
within all that is you
then eloquently script
it into view
for the entire
universe to see
because this was her
a perfect placement
of all that is she but see
why the rest of the world
was indulged with learning
the artistic formations
of her body
I was busy
to understand
what composed
the beauty
of a soul
that seeped
pure love

By Samantha Campbell

Submitted: Monday, June 11, 2012


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