She is Sensual
Every touch
Every glance
Every sound
Every taste
Every aroma
Every feeling
The cool water falls over her body
Sparkling, trickling
Pure, divine
Each drop causing her to take a breath
The strength
The softness
The incessant flow
Toes dipping
Hands reaching
The last sprinkle says goodbye
She looks into the mirror
Her bare skin reveals her truth
In all of its glory
Unashamed, human
She reaches for the colours
And starts painting in anticipation
The contours of her face familiar
Coming to life with her evening desires
The smoky eyes drawn
The cheeks defined
The lips the main attraction
Stepping into the room
Standing straight, eyes turn
She notices the faces but her focus can’t be swayed
Beating, tapping, rhythm
The music courses in her veins
Her ears are glistening not only with the jewels
But with the melody
Harmony, body, movement
Soaking in tune
Basking in moonlit symphony
Taking a sip
The tartness is refreshing
She puts her lips to salty rim
Licking, opening, joyous, receiving
Cherries red, olives in brine
Taste wrapped up in tiny parcels
Loving, touch, flavourful
Every bite is something special
Every drop so sublime
She moves out the moonlight present
The jasmine floating in the air
She turns as she whiffs a fragrance
Quiet, hardy, standing there
The scent mixed with the summer evening
Sweat a mixture, primal, pure
Heart stops beating
She stops breathing
Fragrant, sensual tension, bare
She knows this feeling is ecstatic
She loses sense of space and time
The evening proves to be start of
New beginnings, new desires
Her heart starts pounding, rhythm increase
Music courses, senses released
Intuition, pure reflection
Taking stock, making mind
Her body and her mind become one
Not caring who or what becomes
Of her tomorrow for this evening
Is hers to live, Is her divine
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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