Oh Like Water How She Comes To Me
Oh like water how she comes to me
In droplets dripped from ebony
Nectar fom her sugarcane shafts
Of hair bundled back.
Oh how she curves her legs in walk
Swinging to the lilt of talk
Metered to that primal beat
Of jungles lusting at her feet.
Oh how she fills the darkest corners of my mind
When she turns and I see her from behind.
Lain bare oh how her body bursts in light
Oh how my passions drape her body all in white
And send her running through torrents of rain
Pressed so tightly through clung cloth again.
Oh how she is the goddess of my every need,
Want, desire, hunger, I must feed.
Oh how she is the statue of display
That draws my eye and I cannot look away.
Copyright © 2005 Prabhath Avadhanula