the way to this woman

yes: i do live a sensual life.

the taste of wine on my tongue...the scent of jasmine flowers on my skin.  i adore the sunlight on my shoulders and the heat of fire on the back of my neck, warming my hair.  the wind combing through my hair on a cool day sends me shivering...as does the plunge into an icy pool when the air is hot and dry.

i drink my tea hot; i lick the melting honey of off the spoon before it all dissolves into the amber liquid.  i suck on a piece of dark chocolate and the sweetness turns earthy on my tongue.  i spread cool clay onto my cheeks and wait for it to warm.  kiss my mouth and you will taste the sweetest fruit you have ever tasted. 

fingertips on the soft skin of my inner arm--or inner thigh, if you should be so lucky--sends me into another time and space, where nothing you could say could matter--not really.  the sound of a candle wick catching fire is a symphony.  did you know that cinnamon sparkles like stars as it touches the blue flames of the range top?

i adore this body and the gifts i receive every time i step into a hot bath perfumed with bergamot and lavender.  if you have ever smelled fresh basil in the garden, crushed between your thumb and forefinger, you know what makes me sigh with delight.  my roses are divine, and they ask nothing from me in return. 

soothe me with warm breath on the skin of my throat while violin music echoes sadly from far away.  or dip me in the salty sea and then roll me in the sugar-white sands of some lonely beach on a weekday.  if you want to know me, watch my eyes when the cello hits that certain note--you will see stone turn to dust.

i am a simple creature, and yet the complexity of that which i can sense is without bounds.  wrap me in feathers...fold me up in the richness of song...steal me away to watch the sandstone hills turn pink in the transformation of the day into twilight: and i will be both your slave and your goddess at once.