Hey prodigy,
on the very first impulse,
your razor-sharp eyes pierced mine
dived deep into my prime essence
I perceived your dominance enthralling,
Desired to be driven closer
and enveloped into the safety of
your love-flavoured breath.
My instincts agitated,
in your fancy kisses
you’d etch on my dreamy eyelashes
Then down on my purpled lips
I longed to merge in the steam of passion.
But,
just in a minute split second
I opened up myself
on a too forlorn prickly podium
your eyes seemed no longer steady
Those spiralled into a mercantile tenor
contemplating each line and curve of artistry
up and down me, head to toe.
Now too moody, I ingest
every attribute you weigh up
on the most exclusive and priceless fineries
out of my feminine features
The very next hour I’d be transformed into
A high priced artefact for a decent bargain!
A lively and colourful poetic divertissement.
Thank you Louis .