the soul of a woman

 
I am a curse to you in my doubt
lingering in the shallows
when you call me to your depths of knowledge

I worship your dawn
bare of thought
vulnerable in my presentation

you kneed my flesh
preparing me for your seed
I take you into me and faint within myself

you swear silently under your breath
the flavor of a soul well prepared to be savored
little notes of anguish tell you just how much

in my solemn vow I remain chaste
waiting on a promise
a covenant made of sorrow

we will never meet
you will caress my flesh and drink my marrow
I am your woman
set apart for your pleasure