Lips of Cashmere

She reminded me of poetry

of soft angel lips dusted

with peonies

Eyelashes framed

over high cheekbones the

color of the finest mahogany

I could remember every detail perfectly

The way she lured me in

dug her claws into

the very essence

of my being

I felt her touch on

every single shape and

crease of my body

I revel in her

Taste her on my lips before

she can utter a single

word to me

The finest honey

completely ravishing

Until the only thing I could

form

was what

she had given me