I saw her across the room 
Deep down 
I felt my need 
                 Her need 

There were others there
wanting to get in the way 
Youthful vigor apparent 
The whispered invite heard 
amidst the clamor 

She knew
The needs of her soul
Was to walk in the garden
Of my heart

As she visited 
Her nakedness
Was met by a monarch 
Resplendent in blue
Its wings open 
Against her naked form
Resting on her trimmed patch 

Her glistening dew formed 
As slowly her body 
Gave her secrets away
Soon
To meld and melt 
Becoming one 
The volcano painting 
The walls of her womb
With scenes of life 
And beauty 

It was here 
Our sexual aroma 
Became 
As powerful 
As honeysuckle 

In that visit 
She was 
perfect 
She became 
The air that I breathe
Hallelujahs 
resounded 
She knew 

I will always be there