Unseen is the blaze of her sex.
Through her mirror she is dressed in white,
Comes she through the eyes of another,
Her body is a bare landscape, ready to be
Turned into the grounds for a temple of love.
In a second life, my dream would be
To be placed at her feet, a disciple of She.
Covered in myself, dripped into the purity
Of her unimaginable sigh of release.
I beg her to teach me the definition of sex,
Of true heat.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venus-13/
