nubian

I  speak the language that beckons he

unlike his breath he can’t catch me

my cataclysmic power of gaze

traps him like an eagles prey

I have my gaze fixed upon him 

his strength I swallow

in one sweet whisper

seductive lips plant dewy kisses

upon his sacred strength

he is made weak as he comes upon me

I am she enticed to spellbound

I speak a language of explicit engagement

exquisite charms perplex his cerebral vortex

his vernacular spits like colloquial psalms

he conducts a symphony inside my lyrical chamber

our sonata composes a language all our own

his hands rest upon my anatomical harp

we go octave upon octave of ranges unmetered

forever composing our nubian language of song

 

 

~Sublime Poetess 

Copyright 2012

 

 

*just a little freestyle…thanks JA for the inspiration

~ by Le Sublime Poétesse on April 8, 2012.