I hear sitars,
the beat of ancient drums
in my dreams,
I envision her,
undulating,
chanting incantations,
her musk invigorates.

The bells on her toes
jingle a love-melody,
so hypnotic,
it soothes beyond belief
& in an instant,
I am swept away
by her ******
pleasures,
honey dew drips
from on her
lips &
what can I do,
I am stone cold drunk
on such a treasure.