Shaming the Moon

 Magogany black my
Silken hair and
Storm tossed seas my eyes
My body is a long
Slow journey and like
Alice you are lost
In this wonderland

Your eyes shine in the dark
Like tiny creatures seeking
Sustenance but I am no easy prey
Come and find me—if you can
And as the moon rises
You catch a glimpse
Of my nakedness

In the space of a moment
I am under you
Ripe for the devouring
And you do not disappoint
You part my legs and drive
Into me while my breasts
Are heavy weights in your hands

This is a primal dance
The smell of earth
And crushed flowers
The trees part and the moon
Bears witness to our encournter
A small cloud passes over head

And she hides her head in shame.