Crimson empress,
Scarlet goddess of porcelain swerves
And strawberry arcs
Pours my name onto her skin
Like blood onto satin.
Her every word is a passion-rich kiss
That infuses as it steals,
Chills as it burns,
Gives away all as it earns back more.
What immortal tongue dares praise
The flames that leap behind her eyes,
The sacred sorcery contained in a single steaming jewel
Of those waters that quake with her tempestuous touch?
Naked nights spent bound astride
The backs of fallen angels
Should so enthrall
As do those fables that unfurl
When gifts she sits composing.
Stealing years from the serendipitous sound of her heat,
Coveting the color of orgasmic devotion
That glows with aural throes
Of weeping myth,
I taste of opiate perfection,
And Scarlet Goddess,
Of fevered canticles woven into flesh.
Originally published November 2005 - "Taboo!"