not so wholesome

written at the height of being smitten by a girl and massive influence of sexual urges...

She Brings To Mind

She reminds me of satin sheets
Rose petals on the pillows
On the bed and on the floor
Of a hazy dreamlike vision
The dim image of that suggestive room
The eyes caressed by that toned down light;
Somehow jealous of what's in sight
The carefree flirtation of dark and candlelight

My sight roams
From her face to her neck
Down towards the exposed area
Of the valley between her chest
I see myself drawing nearer
My soles feeling the cold floor
Yet the body goes warner, warmer
As my breath goes closer, closer
Till my hand reaches out
Tracing the outline from her cheek to her ear

My heart sighs at her beauty
The dark room and her round eyes
My palm on her curly locks
My lips on her ear, relishing the scent
The aroma of a woman, of her fair sex
That maddening giggle, that sensual smile
And I feel the pang of hunger;
I want to eat her whole, her body, her soul
It kept ringing in my head like a song
I want to eat her whole, her body, her soul

29 April 2007