Your beauty is captivating,
as the sun’s rays reflect off your skin.
What about the golden lacquer cured in the sun’s rays? Bronze is cast upon you,
allowing me to sculpt a dark and brooding figure,
for you were born of fire and heat.
Silver beads decorate your head,
seeping from within, they convey a smouldering passion,
fraught with anticipation and allure,
promising joy, pain, and transformation.
Demerara Sugar poured into hot olive oil burns,
filling the room with acrid smoke,
bitter sweetness suggestive of a stimulant,
a rich, dark, burnt caramel flavour seduces hunger.
The iridescent light of the dragonfly’s wings reflects the sunlight,
in pearlescent sheens, it shines.
Did you know that dragonflies reside only where the water is pure?
Your eyes radiate a bright, joyous light,
eclipsing all viewers’ sight.
Your skin glistens and radiates a penetrating heat,
igniting passion and siring the erotic to the fore,
lightning seeds and crackles, setting the landscape ablaze,
razing fields of raging fires to the ground.
Breathless, I am left in awe of your beauty.
