Heavenly Woman

Run the fingers of ecstasy
Through my hair
Wafting in the breeze we savor breath,
Floating scent in air
We kiss as if it's our last
Waiting no longer to full fill,
Appetites of the flesh.
You are but a fruit ripening
With the great age comes fine wine
I've come plucked you now when fresh
Sound the dinner bell time to dine.
Lead me to secret garden
Burrowing head plants seeds
Growing plentiful love resourceful
Nourished and satisfying our every needs.
Spoken vowels fall silent
Embracing bliss
Under moon light held in nature's bosom,
The discovery of a youthful well
Buckets of in every kiss
From my heavenly woman.