I Burn

I am enthralled by him...the man
He is the keeper of my eyes that are stuck to his physique
The rigid care of how he loves mixed with the war weapons he carries across his mind and heart
The taste of his inflamed passion dripping onto my flesh when I open up my flower to him
And the way he commands the demons of the earth to crumble into a grey ash while I'm under his halo of protection.
I love the man.
He is God's whisper.
He is the rough plant in a desert that harbors the cool water to quench my raging thirst.
A stony path towards paradise filled with every atom of the universe that align perfectly to make him.

A fire churns inside of me; its smoke lifting me up to a higher spiritual elevation when I gaze upon the invisible outline of his soul.
It shines like platinum and it roars loader than an African lion.
I love the man.
I love holding him and I love looking into his eyes and seeing the lineage of kings from which he comes.
Sometimes I can't help but become infatuated with how the moon circles around his head and how the stars are the footprints of his steps.
I need his masculine essence to compliment my inner Eve.

My world is colored by his fingerprints and my heart explodes into fire works when he kisses me.
He is too good to be called art because of his mastery of forming me out from his own rib.
I will dance on the flames and hot coals of my desire just to touch his skin.
I will go deaf to every wave vibration through a medium if only I can just hear the sound of his voice.
I will carry his seed to the very depths of this brown earth so I can give birth to his diamonds.
ALL I WANT TO DO IS MAKE LOVE TO HIM...over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over---
I can see the God that we both worship through the works of his hands and the stealth of his mighty spirit.
He carries the bow and arrow engulfed with a fire that he shoots in my direction to consume me.
Every time I look into his eyes, I see the way I burn from just the mere sight of him.
I fear him because he is just too much of a masterpiece; only worthy of respect.

The warrior in him makes me fall into the ocean of his heart like a helpless damsel.
And my safe haven is my head upon his chest.

I love the man.
And I quake with the very imaginings of him as I bring him forth into reality.
An heir to whatever he desires, works for, and accomplishes
Ode to the man.
He is encompassed with honor from the mouths of the mystical beings that bathe in the light of his energy.
Sincerely, the woman.