Her Image

Looking at her
The curves of her body

Her beauty
     her face,
            her naked skin,
her naked soul

Lust, ecstasy in his loins as his eyes gazed, tracing her image
Visions of her in his dreams as he stared...
To touch her
To feel her
To taste the very essence that she is
Parting her legs as he began to eat the fruit
A fruit so sweet that drove him mad with desire
His mouth tracing the curves of her thighs
Her hips
Her waist
His hands reaching to cup as his  
Mouth began to taste her breasts
Began to suckle like a babe
As he entered her
Their bodies now danced to a rhythm
To a song unwritten but played through time

A Muse she was to him
Bringing forth words onto a page
Giving a voice to a song
An image of life to a painting

Looking at her
The curves of her body
Her beauty
      her face,
            her naked skin,
her naked soul