all her flowing

Hyacinth garden

When she walks a black boa hanging round her neck,

sleek clothes of Eastern Magic inspire features

of tousled jet black hair,

and jeweled messages remind her clientele.

her words are not verbal

but drip from her licked lips

darkly smooth consonants

at her beckoning

cool flesh

of dream acquiescence

into her silky secrets,

each touch a is like a rumor

her hearts’ beat

with ventures slyly,

gliding between petals pink blossom

as if a butterfly heaving a haunting sigh,

wisps stirred in timeless implication

freedom quenched by desire beyond hunger

unite in her feast with all her flowing beauty

love's destination this endless finale

sanction all that she ever dreamed

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