She wrapped herself around him <br />Like kudzu in the summertime, <br />Lilted air of honeysuckle arising <br />From all that was woman. <br /> <br />The morning was new- <br />And all that she was <br />Fit neatly into a flowing box of multi <br />Sensual dimensions in the center of his mind. <br /> <br />He started at the hairline, <br />Tasting every second of her nectar, <br />Praying for the vivid picture <br />Of a lucid eternity. <br /> <br />Her eyes stung him, <br />Sharp and quick <br />Like a cobra's tongue <br />In the mating season. <br /> <br />The hood unfolds, The dance entwines. <br /> <br />Her grasp, her heat <br />Pulls him in, <br />Passionate, powerless, <br />The sweet venom engorges him... <br /> <br />She meant to be caught, <br />The clutch was secure. <br />He held her on the pinnacle of release, <br />Waiting to push her over <br /> <br />Into her orgasmic oblivion. <br /> <br />He would not pollinate <br />The gentle flower, <br />Not in this season- <br />Simply to suck her nectar dry. <br /> <br />The taste hung on his lips <br />As close as his own name- <br />Fed him like water in a drought <br />Touching a slaked tongue for the first time. <br /> <br />If the vine should fade <br />And perhaps only for a while, <br />It will arrive again with a fury <br />And the scent of their love shall be on the air.<br /><br />Tsani Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-her-senses/
