Horizontal Pleasures Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Starburst crimson portal of burning desire
yields a fiery sweetness that men admire.
It is a ripe fruit at the top of the tree,
the languid liquid laps of a drowsy sea.

Move a little closer, the wind and the rain,
rise to the surface then dive under again.
Lick at the water, the salt taste of my skin.
Play your songs on my flesh to fill me within.

Make midnight a dream of jewels and treasures
filled with the fire of horizontal pleasures.
I give you my secrets, my breasts on a wave,
collar of submission which makes me your slave.