Starbursts

How perfectly She smirks at me, 

With Her mischievous grin,

Stars burst in eyes that hypnotize

And twist my mind to sin.

With playful leer, she says 'my dear'

It freezes me in place;

I can't refuse my perfect muse, 

O, She of perfect grace.

O She, my Bliss, of perfect kiss,

She owns me, heart and soul,

Let nothing stand 'gainst Her command,

Let Her lust take me whole. 

Every sense consumed, intense

My mind-- it floods with verse,

Our bodies fuse, and through my Muse

I glimpse the universe. 

What bliss lay there, I can't compare 

Or try to summarize

Such joy - how free, to pleasure She

With starbursts in her eyes.

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.