she is

Her lips, moist against mine, were like honey
             dripping with the muskysweet scent of the petal.
Dewdropped, they brushed my cheek
                                                      the softest of feathers.
Parting slowly like a shell to reveal rows of pearls
           shielding a sweet strawberry-tongue; delicate
she moved its tip to me, tasting me.
She is love; she is every woman I have ever had;
          She is power, she holds me completely
with a dominance I could not deny her, she is woman.
Her possession is a blessing.

                        Without her I am breathless.