The Power of a Woman

Biting her full lips Her sweet strawberry breath warms the air around us The breeze of her conversation dances across my face Interrogating my tastebuds into life Her simple touch electrifies my skin As my whole world spins amid the whirl of dizzying senses The utter beauty of her visage Barely inches from my own Convinces me that I am completely hers And then, as I realise That my breathing has all but ceased I am brought back to reality She gently squeezes my arm; “It’s all over now, Sir - Your wisdom tooth is out!”