afrodisiac. vol. 1
by Michael King
her skin, pure like the heavenly fruits of eden,
she moves like a whistling wind wafting through your soul –
her smile, seductive like the Egyptian queen;
queen to the goddess
goddess of the gods.
she is afrodisiac, the queen of the jungle;
lioness, she roars mightily into your heart –
lost in the jungle;
feeble and destitute, you awake at her feet.