Wednesday, March 11, 2009

*Creation

Make of me
what you will
I leave my body exposed to you
like a tilted neck
before Dracula's fangs
Drink me in
absorb me
Spit me back out
and mold me to your desire
Just never stop touching me
Never let my skin grow cold
with the absence of your hands
Like play dough to a child
transform me into your greatest
affair
lover
slave
mistress
Feel
The divine softness of my curves
The hardened bones in my back
The moisture of my core
The heat of rushed blood to my cheek
The quickened beat of my pulse
The shallow movements of my chest
as I lay wanting you
Spread me like water color
across a canvas
Make me move for you
Invent a game for us to play
and change the rules as we go
Orchestrate the moans that I make
into a beautiful symphony
Make me your masterpiece
Turn me into your Mona Lisa
your Sistine Chapel
Make me into your map to the heavens
like the great pyramids of Egypt
Read me
like a great book
Turn my pages into
your never ending story
Drain me
make me evaporate like the summer rain
and breathe me in
as I turn to air
Caress my limp body
back into arousal
and with your kiss
exhale life back into me
Mark me as your own
leaving your signature
in the form of nips to my shoulder
and the welt of your hand on my backside
Create me
turn me into a real woman
with your magic dust
and secret words whispered in my ear
Scorch me with
the intensity of your passion
Until I simmer to ash and amber
Then return me to earth
and let God create and Eve to your Adam