The nakedness of a woman, her quintessence, is up
and to the right. This is the locus of her femininity. I
feel it. It is, of course, exquisite. When I hold her, it is
her ineffable womanness that embraces me. I am in-
ebriated by her beauty, drunk with euphoria. She pours
all of herself into me. She saturates me with every drop
of her being. She is my ultimate complement, spiritually
and sexually. Her hair, her skin, her gentle, blue eyes
increase exponentially her limitless, spellbinding aura.
Is she not the glory of the heavens? I am enchanted
forever--forever, my dearest.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.