Rapture Her Body Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Her soul was lost without his touch that shook her quadron of life.

Into the fire she descended and found not her lover that quenches her thirst.

Upon returning from the heat of her passion she ascended the lava for his whip appeal.

The volcano erupted and she danced on the explosion with her lust for his kisses.

Swimming on the moon she asked the stars to penetrate his mind with her flowers of extinction.

Arriving below the surface of the seven seas she endangered sea life with her words of affections.

Her living waters are burning her body of corruption to be sanctioned by her lover.

The shores of her appetite are collecting the eighth wonder of the world with her eyes.

She opens her silhouette of ecstasy and the winds from the north perform an orchestra of melodies.

Her natural affections of his love is changing the course of nature to be seen on Venus.

Her research of his candy lips brought flames of thunder dancing across the skies.

Moving on the music of his anarchy she transforms the sound of love hangover in his dreams.

She wants to rapture her body into his dimension of love without exhaling.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 24,2017