Her Spell....

I see this woman of the night
shed more each time ----

First whole draped in black velvet
she winks a pearly smile.

She has a secret she's longing to impart
Carefully she tugs away the darkness
and slowly she reveals her growing bosom

Embarrassed for her, I look away.
But she lures my eyes to gaze
Upon her voluptous curve---

Hands reach out to touch a fantasy
of smooth marble marred only by the evening shadows
She feigns bashfulness
behind a fan of feathered clouds

Lonely sighs grope for solace and
their breaths graze across her cheek,
lovers so entranced, forget each other.
their hearts swell, fed by her luscious promises.

She tosses back her hair, glimmering with stars
How coy of her. She knows the limits.
Forsaken. They ebb and flow away.

Each night she bares more, dropping her silken veils

In her fullness, she is divine
her mammoreal bosom is unrivalled

She can fuse the hues of the blue night
and melt into the drippings of the setting sun.

Isn't this too much?? Does she know what she is doing?
Hungry for attention. She shouts in the darkness.
She resonates loud, brassy. Jazzy tones.----

She pulses to the tempo of her own
sings an aria to her soul
she shares all she has.

Oh!! she knows well what she is doing
Sublime and surreal.
She shines brightest
This serene beauty who rules my nights.