Long lashing locks, Run with the fertile winds, As your ivory back Has a path for me to track Myself, to your neck. Where I plant a kiss Upon your velvet flesh Has me speaking a prayer To the energies of Christ That I might take myself high With you, upon the gusting sigh. You are as the moon, Both of skin in delicate bloom, Among your eyes Like leaves resting upon milk. All is relieving in such silk. You, the woman With arms for the sea's caress, Has me undress You, to the barest bone. Your eyes, a clash of hazel Against the blush formed to your cheeks, Falters my knees to be weak. Enchant me, Disenchant me, Love me, Or loathe me For admiring the sculpture of womanhood, The laced back that holds plenty The world's sundering cries. Shoulders that bare the flesh, Breasts that bare the sustenance To a babe's plunder. Eyes that speak quietly to death, Words that rend apart the absence To a heart's thunder.