Warm water washes over her
Like the soft caress of a lover.
Under heaven’s blue skies
She is a goddess with
Diamonds in her eyes;
Beautiful, Loving,
And sensual
In her nature.

Mother

Words cannot describe the feelings that I’ve long held inside, because of the way you cried and what we both survived. You were an angel to a brown eyed child who sometimes felt cast aside by the world when he went outside. In my heart, you abide a beautiful woman, crowned with heaven’s stars, with diamond eyes created in light divine. Every person has has a mother, but you are mine. They see a part of you when they look into my eyes. When I weep, I hope you hear my solemn cries, and in my joyfulness, I hope you see the serenity in my smile. I am forever your child, born of your pain, with your blood in my veins. In the twilight, I feel you looking upon me lovingly; I whisper to you the sentiments in my heart that are true, and I hold within my soul beautiful discoveries that are new. In the late hours, I contemplate your favorite Bougainvillea flowers, and in beautiful colors I see you. I will say with everything in me for an eternity, that I love you. My Mother. My Angel.

Subtle seduction is her introduction
She highlights her femininity excellently
And she is comfortable in her sensuality
Stiletto mules accentuate her
legs and feet beautifully

The beauty of her countenance is
but a prelude to the beauty of her soul.
She radiates the warmth of love,
and she is amazingly sensual.
Take note of the utterances of her heart
to know that she has been deeply hurt;
In her healing, she has emerged triumphant
And is more valuable than diamonds in her worth.

Heels (Pt. 4)

Sexy stiletto knee high boots compliment
her denim jacket and black leather cat suit;
with fuchsia lipstick and gold earrings,
she is an attraction that is way more than cute.
Her walk is savage, and her heels are sexier than the average;
concrete and her boots are a perfect marriage.
Even without her speaking her stilettos say hello.
Drops of rain that run off of her heels are sensual.
If she should scuff her leather boots that would be incidental,
but in her sex appeal, it would be hardly noticeable;
she had to learn to walk in three inch heels,
but she graduated to six inches and is highly capable.
She conditions her heels with leather shoe cream
to keep them looking new, and also to keep them pliable.
She ranks her stiletto boots in the top three of her collection
because they are sexy in any weather and reliable.

2 to Manhattan

On my way into to the city, I saw you on the 2;
you were wearing gold open toe heels
and a deep V neck dress that was blue.
The color of your dress matched the color
of your pedicure, which I noticed was new.
You had hazel eyes and a big curl hairdo—
also, you were adorned in a tennis bracelet
and a necklace with a charm that said, I Love You.
In that moment, I wondered who was so lucky to have you
and if his was love was really pure and true.
To be polite, I glanced again, but I did not stare;
in your seat, you were like a goddess sitting on a golden chair.
My heart said to me, Victor, compliment her respectfully,
but my tongue whispered coldly, Don’t you dare.
I laughed when something suddenly came to mind,
but I was unprepared in my astonishment, when
you got up for your stop and said to me beautifully
as you walked out, I like your smile.

Intimate Questions

If I love with everything within me again, will again my heart be broken?
Should I even recall the pain that deeply wounded me, or should it remain unspoken?
If I love again, should I love cautiously or with reckless abandon?
My intricacies are a part of me, but will I be granted understanding?
For three seasons, there was beautiful intimacy, but should I hold her in my memories?
Does my heart betray me when I say her name inadvertently?
With so many past lovers, why would my soul hold onto to her so tightly?
Should I be angry with my own heart because it loves so deeply?
Should I have ignored her betrayal because she kissed so sweetly?
Did I truly know the depths of her, or was I blinded by her beauty?
In the height of our intimacy what were the words that she whispered to me?
Is not the foremost appeal of a seductress her sensual mystery?
Do I weep for myself, or do I weep for her because of the mistrust and anguish she carried?



To Know Her

Dim light falls on her, gently exposing her feminine contours
and her intimate contemplation in the night’s late hours.
To know her, is to know an exceptionally beautiful aura;
to hold her heart, is to intimately know the levels of her depths
and to hold her soul and body tightly in loving caress.
With her pulled up, the strands that are left brush against her neck.
Like the petals of a burgundy rose, she is gorgeous and delicate.
With or without heels — she is sensual in her steps.
She gives of herself and exudes love with every breath.