Woman

I am her creation.

Molded and formed from an image,
born of a woman by the act of giving
that one final push that thrust me out
into this cold disquieting world to fend for myself, while
all I wish to do is crawl back into,
the sanctified womb, of the flesh
that is woman.

I need to feel...absorb
all that is the essence
of female.
In my mind, my body, my spirit;
I need... therefore, I strive
for the sanctuary
of her very being,

Skin on skin.

To experience the closeness,
I long to be inside her; losing myself
in the silky softness of that, which is her.
The smell, the taste, the feel of her body under mine
swaying to some primitive mesmeric rhythm.
The rush of sexual energy coursing through our bodies
crashing in waves

of exquisite ecstasy

She is an enigma to me.
I am in awe of her beauty,
her strength, her gracefulness,
and her extraordinary sexuality
which enthralls me...
and all that is her
in this
simple complexity
is woman