Head
tilted to the side.
She blushes;
She's clay to the touch,
Flesh to the mind.
My fingers,
like passengers aboard the Santa Maria,
explore a new world-
Every inch,
Every crevice,
Every curve;
She's the Venus de Milo-
Timeless.
Classic.
Delicate
like a ribbon
fluttering downward,
pulled from her hair
by lover's passion.
Her ******* are molded-
islands along the ocean I swim-
and an art form is born;
The simple movements:
Up,
Down,
To-and-fro.
Well thought out,
but not choreographed.
Color her
like the Roses on my tongue;
Entangled and Infatuated,
They speak of Youth,
Naivety,
nervousness....
Step back
and She blossoms to life.
A monument lays before me;
the mortal
achieve immortality.
Perfect
from her
Head
to her
Toes.
