I saw her again today

This mystery

This enigma

Can I say my muse

She was wrapped in her thoughts

I had hoped,

that they may have been,

Of me

She was in a glass house

Tropical heat

Caused sweat

Between my shoulder blades

As if I had been pounding her

As in my dreams

There she was

Wallowing in the

Flora and forna

Her visage quite unmistakeable

The scent was hers

Her bloom was orgasmic

Lost in a world of wonder