To a Girl Named Uma

Tawny, bronze skin like honeyed
cocoa transmitting vibes causes
my awareness to rise.
Bones become weak muscles
stiff, rigid, expecting .

A hypnotic susurrous tone deep
-throated sounds mesmorize me
Like soft sweeping leaves
of spun silk caught in a gale
force of wanton desire

Impressive firm grip jerked by
 most delicate fingers that set
upon my flesh
Forcing me to pay attention
Heat rises Igniting into jaded
layers burning her  touch into
erogenous nerves her image
into my mind

Esoteric shades are drawn across
a sultry sky
Softly you speak,  like fallen petals
that will forever dust my path.