She walks through doors of perception
in six inch heels,
shine or lipstick always handy,
Famous faces throw her roses
leaning over,she lifts one from the marble staircase
her tight dress
reveals a perfectly heart shaped ass.
The ivory skin of her breasts spilling...
just slightly over the top of lace
revealing her tan lines
She feigns modesty with girlish grin
She speaks of poetry, words falling from her lips
It seems jasmine wafts through the air
intermingled with musk with each pronunciation
She holds command of verse and lyric
knowing how an image
can shape a legacy
She wraps her body in silk sheets
sleeping in an ancient way
reaching down for that soft spot
she merges into ecstasy…
She sings a song in the mornings
bathing in handmade lavender soaps,
only a touch of make-up
as her natural beauty shines through her eyes
Starlight and moon flowing
feral and free..
she… captivates
tossing her hair carelessly
making love with everyone
loving only…One….
Woman…
that eternal mystery
© Katherine Wyatt 2015 All Rights Reserved
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