I've seen her when she was bare
And walked by without care
But now that she's clothed
My heart's pierced with a sword
Of desire. My eyes want no compromise,
My hands want her earthen thighs
To warm their curious fingers;
Covered the heat lingers
Like stars of cloudless summer night
That merge to the sun of morning light
Stirring the fuels of succulent fruits
Filling the air with the sweet that I pursue
To satisfy my natural desires
To gather the oil that feeds my fire
Or that which serves as my panacea
Making what was cloudy clear
As my desire to have her
My beautiful springtime flower.
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
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