Contours of warmth
Those fabulous folds in free fall
My eyes contain your sweetness
Filed away under “just wow”
Pouty ‘n precious perfection
Prized centre of femininity
I am invited in alone
To worship through vision the holy of holies.

Fawning over your velvet sanctum
I will not look away, I cannot
This heaven scent
Drinking in your splendor
Craving the scorch of your inner torch
This heat emanating from your source
One of the greatest gifts you bestow
Unwrapped to my eyes to behold its inner glory.