She is all wildflowers

wine and desire

With all seeing eyes

Devil hips

and a need for sin

He is the dark poetry

Spoken whilst his ambrosia is

dripping off her sweet cherry red lips

making her world spin

spilling down her chin

staining her silk pristine blouse

the indelible mark

She will never scrub out

Together they are magical

Feeding each others

Needs wants and desires

And oh her wants

He runs his finger under her lip

Catching the escaped elixir

Which her tongue retrieves

She reclines on her bed

forming an open invitation

Already glistening

Moist with need

Smiling

He kneels before her chalice

Drinking deep the waters of life

Her form giving and giving again

As rapture gives her evidence