Red Rhythms 2

Areola softens to my lick I cup the nipple with my mouth Rosy visions fill my eye I enter strongly And she writhes with delight My solace found in her My virtue serving for her Humanity rises catapulting the flame of eternity through her eyes She comes.... Seven minutes of pure bliss And the samadhi after Where all is silent She sleeps, resting her Auburn hair on the cotton Growths tremble outside I paint a picture A Botticelli, sexual lines of cosmic illumination Police cars burn Flames rising in South London She thinks of her friend Hiding in the crimson cupboard We shine secretly, delving in peace.