Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Woman, The Event Horizon / 8 June 2011 - draft 7 6.16.2011 / by SmBurnside

First flesh made known, Universal race--
Cinammon, Clay, y Cafe'--
By candlelights communion kiss
Her Harems' righteous sway.

She arches back,
Thighs damp in flex
Dressed Purple, Gold, Azul;
Her Goddess feet anchored in bliss,
With Wisdom as her jewel.
Cupped, gold-sequenced, her treasured breasts--
Maroon-kissed, burst awake!
Moistened, suckled, quaking, blessed--
Horizons' sinless
"Take!"

She rises up, arms reach, hips thrust,
Inflaming moonless sighs--
Her cymbals tinging silver breaths,
Awaken buried cries.

Then laughing, undulates her scent
Beyond all god's "Repent!"--
Event Horizons dance begins
Within Her Harem's tent.