the truth
a petrified sphinx
idol of the natural mind
plagues of fear
and riddles of the world
determined by stark and anguished introspections
passions and beliefs
apocalyptic visions
shadows and voices
by philosophers that sleep
without her tender curves
and clinging kisses

let's lounge around
in fire red *******
my face a tempest
melting between spread thighs
my tongue a rampaging monster
contemplating the meaning
of  butter cups and honey pots
that drool tears of gratitude
on a boulevard of arched feet
and dimpled buttocks
cream and cuddles
my holy sacrament

she is
alter to the gods
and besides breath it self
all the truth i will ever know