Sculpture of a Souls Skin

Sculpture of a Souls Skin A chorine sorceress Her sweat the glistening The sultry pleasures of trembling thighs She presses to her pleasure Holds me wicked with her eyes And upon the slow perspiring trickle Fingers trace these aching agonies Leaving them the dry river beds Sculptures skin of centuries Beckon to the flood plains With the delta’s of your hair Rising rhythm falling soft inside a heat The pounding fills Impaling On cries which taste so sweet Your fall of Auburn clinging Thrown back to shaking shuddering breasts You burn inside the fountain Expressed bitten on your lip And I drown within the tide of you To the red swollen purple tip Deep within the ecstasy And deep between your legs Here by the pounding blood The animal sheds its camouflage Beast within desireth flood Growls predatorily in my touch Ageless Panther of dark devour Strenuous ardour of your dripping sex Speaks to me of a kisses surrender In the captivity of your souls endeavour On breath so hot and panting Excitement coupled to the wanting The taste upon your shoulder Of slowly running sweat Love screams inside the agonies Of too expressive tongues And would pass into eternity Its gasping never to be undone With the palm which slapped to my chest Tried to clasp a beating heart And all your beauty so released From the whimpering in your throat And I remember you forever In the sculptured skin of centuries Calls me to the flood plains In the delta’s of your hair