.Prologue
A hot bath
The Ethereal bedroom stuffed
With impassable
Solution of anticipation and mysterons


.Overture
She rests upon the latticed bed
Dressed in bright red lipstick
And
Nail lacquer of the identical color
Bursting spires of her breasts, alluring
Her legs open, inviting
Her left hand nonchalantly
Positioned between them
Pale face emotionless
Her right hand beckons
She smells of diamonds
She paints my days resplendent


.Intermezzo
He sits next to her
A Poetry book in his left hand
Fingers of his right
Taste the tantalizing tearfulness of her excitement


.God’s touch
He spoils her
She watches his lips
Deliver
Sublime thoughts
Philosophy in verse
She gazes upon his eyes
Following the perfect
Meter and rhyme
Of her curves
An art's Chef-d'œuvre


.Conclusion 1
Next time, my dear
I shall please you in
That crowded darkness
Of The National Theatre
So you and the play can reach
The climax together


.Conclusion 2
Next time, my dear
I shall take you to Kafka’s museum
After closing hour
Sit you upon his writing desk
Peel the velvet layers of that black
Victorian dress of yours
And search for orgasms
With my tongue
So dew with ink can intertwine


/The beautifully painful aftermath
Those violacious bruises and scratches
Peacock’s chatoyant feathers
Of vicious, violent, voracious
Passion
I shall display proudly
And in the mirror marvel at



(For those, who don’t know, ‘mysterons’ are invisible particles of mystery:))

Thank you for the incitation my queen. I promise I will be your light as long as I can.