Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Sensualite - Fall, 1997


Allow me to show you,
Gentle guide
I’ll bring you to my world
The pace is fast and slow at once
Sound bites, news clips, video reels hastening to
A deep breath, perfumed air, rich color, incense, down, succulent lips

To move through,
You discover the exact melange to glide
The basest instincts deliver cultured results

Gravitating to loves,
Directed by stars
Kissing me with their lips and tongues
Lapping me up
And into shape –
Where I ought to be
Constantly improving, evolving

A wild, colorful ride
Red and jasmine and ylang and trickle and explode and open