She is blazing hot,
fire smolders
deep within her soul,
from her fingertips,
she shoots pixie-dust.

She can take you down
with just one squeeze,
her lips will kiss you madly,
hips will rock you
into submission,
make you succumb
to her fiery-will.

And once
she takes you down,
you will never be the same,
your dreams are disrupted,
your heartbeat is irregular,
her fragrance will forever
permeate your body,
as you become a prisoner
to her element.

Every time you
tap another key,
post another word,
give me more stanza,
you sink deeper,
place your heart
on the line
with mine.

'Cause I read
everything
you put out
& I imagine
your delicate fingers
tracing my own stories
of loneliness &
broken hearts.

You're so fine,
a genuine poet.

I want to die clean,
to swallow no bitterness,
lie down with the ancient ones,
right next to the them
in their cold splendor.

I can taste the eternal,
feel their restlessness
below the surface,
now empty vessels,
these dried corpses
speak to us
from another plane.

Do you feel their icy grip,
they are alive,
they reign supreme,
they did not die in vain,
do you hear them calling?

There is something
in the way she moves,
it's magnetic,
mesmerizing
like a swan in glory.

Her hands move with such grace,
the lips she speaks with
takes away breath,
a siren's voice
so soothing,
her energy is explosive.

I can taste her in her eyes,
waves splash inside them,
a temptress with God given talents
& unparalleled beauty.

I know she's out there,
somewhere.