what turns me on about women; the first fleeting moments

eyes, clear and true
the majesty of their light
flawless in their sincerity
batting eyelashes
open and close
the way a bud bursts open
in a flowering revelation
while all their glory
reaches out to you
and you stare back amazed
at the splendor of it
at the powerful symphony of a woman
that's totally alive
here and now
alive in the moment
and you there to witness it
this is the first fleeting moment
all moments seem timeless in the present
you could shame a Buddhist meditating
with such earthly desire

the length and curve
of a neck balanced in aesthetic harmony
a subtle reach from ear to shoulder
a subtle reach into paradise
my passion hidden there
calling me over for a closer look
crowning the torso
crowning the goddess
flavoring femininity
with the soothing music of unity
the timeless song of a man
watching a woman
the sacredness of that unity
playing itself over and over again
infinity in the length of neck
this is the second fleeting moment
all moments seem timeless in the present
tell your Buddhist friends you've found
enlightenment!

the swell and ebb of a woman's shape
her silhouette painted plush amid the world
as if she were the divinity
Rembrandt tried to capture in his work
not realizing that art can only imitate life
and it's life that's truly divine!
I watch
as her flanks softly feed the room
around her
everything around her blurring… fuzzy
my heart reaching out for it
hoping to graze at the smooth edge of it
bearing witness to the slightest bend of light
that seems to hug her brilliantly
as she stands before me
vividly filling the room
with a casual radiance
this is the third fleeting moment
all moments seem timeless in the present
did Buddha ever love a woman
the way I love women?
I list this last here
but my list isn't complete
because the mystery that is woman
remains undefined
awaiting discovery
in the caustic waves that burn with fervency
in hungry eyes of her discoverer