Just one photograph
A face – charm invests

To spy you white
Dressed in your garden of flowers among
The stones of those gone before –

Sensual music - pan flute lilting
Permeating all that is flesh
Spring wind kissing your pale body –
Teasing a glimpse of ******
A shade of possibility – the sun
Your shadow
Its light caressing a small body –
Petite with silhouetted legs
Inviting –
Your hand pure
A breast rising as fingers spread
Combing back silk black hair
Fallen to cover eyes blue deep
With dirt wearing hand
You bend to pick a purple Iris
Rubbing the stem between thumb and forefinger
Touching it                         barely
Before snapping it
Off –

Standing
Heated tributary streams of sweat
Flowing down your beauty
Your flawless flesh –
Gathers
Finding release
From pointed chin
Where my tongue would

With a quiver

Taste of you…..