she-fascinates-meShe fascinates me with her relentless exploration for the flavors of passion/seasoned with the syrup of joy/

She tastes life with me just before dripping wisdom on my core self/ from balls to bone marrow/flesh and spirit we dance forever/

Like the edges of 2 galaxies spinning besides each other/ Harmonious we are beyond what man can destroy with his bitterness/

Sweet she remains always as I endure our endless cycle of passion and fascination/

Our session of intimacy was similar to dueling percussion and wind instruments during a late night jazz jam/ Harmonious and competitive/ spontaneous and repetitive/ innovative and contemplative passion in all of its creative glory

Sweat sweeter than the syrup of peaches/ drinking like the sands of Egypt surround us without water/

Music is made welcoming the rain/ her aggressive submission is laced with trust/ Just like the butterfly trusts a breeze that is blowing towards randomness/

I trust her with liquid legacy/ she drinks from me savoring the wine made from the crushed grapes of Ethiopia/

Utopia braided with thickness/ weaved into thickness for all time/

This time documented by the Sun while the eternal passions are blamed on the Moon for arriving too late and leaving too soon/