Just one fatal expression
oozing out of her pores
brings me to the boiling point
of this madness,
her woven fabrics of cotton and silk
shimmer in the night,
accentuating her natural beauty,
which flows like a mythical river
across the desert landscapes of my life,
until, dizzy and weak, I foolishly offer her my hand…
To the edge of sanity her images and sounds
take my frayed heart and whirring mind.
I soar to the heavens as she accepts my offer,
and with a pleased look on her face
she leads me to the forbidden realms
of her tried heart and tormented mind…
The feelings there, the guilt, the pain
hold magical powers,
and her wondrous stories,
no shortcoming of experience...
I hold her to the point of my complete exhaustion.
I revive upon her unspoken offer of favorable promises
that further weakened my resistance
to engaging in such facts of life with her,
and further into her forbidden zones she reels me…
Caught but not bound, slain but not dead,
I feebly resist, but I am completely overwhelmed
by the moment with her, and succumb, responding to her every move
as the designs of nature,
both primitive and genius, intend;
Fast and deep, long and sharp
her essence coursed through my veins
until this natural sequence of events,
played out perpetually throughout all of nature, climaxed,
and reaches the intended conclusion,
where we are finally one.
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Running through your poetry again, and I found these 
!! Oh dear lol. This was certainly not boring!! Wow... hot write, Mr. Biro o.o Sensual, but tasteful. I only caught one mistake...
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