Love Trigger Woman

There is a bloom of October born of autumn's mauve harvest sweat, her roots reach into the reason of passion her skin smells of love's honest heat and her wings whip the crave alive in crimson wind, she is a sphinx of intellectual seduction and the lioness of Libra law, from the echo of her elan laughter summer's lean leaves which long for honey fire rustle with rebel hue, the rue of her rouge tears will woo you with memories of spring's sprite and winter's ruthless wrestle and in the desserts of her melodies your soul will succumb - J.A.B.