Womanhood Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Morning:

She wakes beneath her rested lips,
Arches to a body-stretch;

Aligned yawns
Warm the soul,
Fill out the curves
In rhythms of arousal:
Writhe enlaces writhe
In making love to life.

Tuned in, the swell of breasts
Advertises presence,
Rounded readiness.

Petal-fleshed plains -
Cream-tan -
Sliding downward,
Seek out the glory
Past her navel
Where even softer surfaces
Converge upon her
Womanhood.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012