Sometimes, I believe you were conceived in the womb of *Aphrodite
the subtle migrations of your mouth and tongue
manipulating my body in ways
that would make a courtesan blush
let me worship at the altar between your thighs
Sometimes, I think you are a descendant of Moses
your fingertips guiding me into warm places
your thighs and valleys so divine
I can't help but get lost in them
your lips and hidden places always causing exodus
Sometimes, I imagine you as a rose
your petals opening gracefully for select eyes
beautiful, in your surrender
your thorns, a barrier to most, yet
I would brave them, just to drink the dew from between your buds
Sometimes, I just need to know that you're mine
nothing more & nothing less than what **you are
Written by Billy Dixon
August 5, 2014