In Defiance of a Female Warrior

When she stepped out of the shower In pale wet skin And splendor She wore water like a queenly robe Dripping breasts Made of gold and treasure Such beauty deserved To be inscribed Something no man should forget In case I couldn’t memorize the bite of her Kiss The trembling release of her depth In case I might forget the flavor of her Cries The excited rasp of her breath I needed a photo of that naked pout A vision Never to forget “Don’t take my picture,” She warned me In ferocious warrior tongue Daughter of Nordic barbarians Beauty unlike anyone What did she think I would do With the image she might surrender? Sell it to the highest bidder For thirty pieces of silver? Send it to perverts and sex addicts Specialists in self-pleasure? Post it on church walls So celibates might be tempted? Raise it upon a flag For an entire nation to be offended? “Don’t take my picture,” She warned me In ferocious warrior tongue Daughter of Nordic barbarians Beauty unlike anyone But I defied her fierce instruction Spit from heroic luscious lips Picture snapped In a flash Naked beauty captured At last And Never saw that warrior again.